The Special Relationship

The bombs go off.
The legs go off.
The heads go off.
The arms go off.

The feet go off.
The light goes out.
The heads go off.
The legs go off.

The lust is up.
The dead are dirt.
The lights go out.
The dead are dust.

A man bows down before another man.
And sucks his lust.

Harold Pinter