Azure Red

From deep space, a radio message.
“Fall back to the front.”
We have a front? Where? In the mess of rubble and metal?
Between the streams of bullets?
Between the explosions?
I’ll just hide in the hollowed out buildings.
Fuck. They’re gone.

Everything has gone silent. Something just flashed bright.
The way the dusty sun bounces off it. Can only be one thing.
The azure red mech. The gunfire begins anew. But…

The bullets arrive where it was, never where it is.
Grand blazing sword slides through mechas.
Its rifle fire pays no heed to evasion.
Shoulder cannons spiral orange bolts along impossible lines.
It belongs to no side or cause. Imbued with serene grace.
This isn’t combat. It’s not war.
It’s the concept of zen,
soaked and boiled in ultra violence.

And now it’s gone.
Fallen mechas line the ground.
Heaven shattering roar breaks on the horizon.


Giant robots are the best. Inspired by Evangelion and the like.



  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) · February 25, 2014

    Oy,, these are stark images of murder.. i get a feeling of a mashup of drones and a clockwork orange.. it’s not war it’s zen.. almost like violence to classical music.

  2. Brian Miller · February 25, 2014

    nice…i remember the ones from last week…you should try to write a whole sci fi epic in verse….vivid and lots of action in this one…the battle…

  3. humbird · February 26, 2014

    You have your style! agree with Brian ~ thanks for stopping by ~

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