Where the accepted cannon's line of sight
converges on a school, and sizes up
it's next target recruits

Where the only wounded soldier limps past
by inches as a victim of circumstance
in the war that tobacco won

Where, farther down the harbour road
no warships are in sight
above the church spires

Only superliners blot out the light
of ornate buildings that remind us,
tourists are tramping near

It's gargantuan nose nuzzles our
ragged shore, but
there are no fatalities here