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Dawn Mists

Apocalypso

In the night while we slept
the bombs fell on Tripoli
and up in the Four Horsemen's stables
the grooms lay awake

wondering if this was another fire drill
or if this was the real thing at last.

After the US bombing raid on Colonel Gadaffi in 1986.