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Five Classic SF Stories About Tidally Locked Planets.

"The icecaps were fast melting, were they not?
The poles were yellowed with a filthy shroud.
Dirty the London sunset too, but what
Sumptuousness. The sackbuts cried aloud
In pageant, gaudy fabrics all aspot
With grease insoluble. An age endowed
With the dry cleaner's blessing made mad sport
With a crepuscular mock-Tudor court."

--Anthony Burgess, Byrne (1995)

"World War II was when firebombing really came into its own..."

"godparch & flighttoad"

lead blessings · from the sniper's snout
bestowed on the hungry the hurting · such hatred
erupts from old wrongs · & new atrocities
no victim revives · by this vicious crime
& the seeds are sown · for subsequent deaths
not this faith or that condones · thesterness
falls · fierce lack of forgiveness
is the only one who wins · bodies
are barely cold · killing continues
throughout the iracund · newsreel night
i slice the loops · off a sixpack harness
to save birds · as i watch this burning
my burden is done · no desolate grief
appeases the Parcae · or pain's power

War Machines are Drag Queens.