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Routine carpet bombing

Antarctic recessionists

Guts of ice shimmer

As our rail gun rounds pour in

Waterlogged bone

Ancient bacteria

Mining bots drill

Ripping deeper

Grinding tundra

Into a mush

Of residual oil

And rock acid

In black slur

Puddle on the glacier

Pouring coil rounds

Drive the rebels

To a vestigial shelf

Sink their defense

In the ice floe

Hyper sonic missiles

Black inside the perimeter

Hostile movement

Skates across the radar map

Icey terrain intruder

Swooping low, strafing then spinning

My stomach lurches in fear

A polar tank behind us morphing

Massive weapons appear

Tracer shells

Whisper past

Emergency

Sirens blast

A blur rips into

The pilot seat

And she explodes in a

Cloud of meat

Light flares up behind us

Ex-arctic mountains and ice

Fill the broken cockpit window

Wind howls against my face

Projectiles punch through the floor and

Rips the hull to hell

Bloody flotsam

Super heated munitions

Depleted uranium shells

Rippel blue from friction

As they tear through air molecules

Bloody flotsam spills

The frozen air cracks with sonic booms

Pouring pulse fire in skyward plumes

Two crawl from the wreck

Drag a trail of black antlers and oil drums

The only cover left

Nuclear grenade

Ruptures his top half

Chambered boring gun

Levels to my head

Scalp hewed off