WILL STONE is frustrated by a performance that chooses to garble the lyrics and drown the songs in reverb
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boys gasp, blown away by combat-ready drones,
surface-to-air missiles that strafe
mock mountains. A line of girls weaves
through the back-slaps and handshakes,
stone-in-mouth silent. Lethality’s the buzz
among reps: how much bang for your dollar.
They target diplomats with Shiraz and Becks,
bomb-shaped stress toys, new ways to navigate
legal tripwires. Then it’s Show Time
on the big screen, exhilarating simulations
to pump-action rock music. At Pavilion 35,
a woman drums lacquered fingernails
next to poke bags of sweets and weapon-specs.
Her phone vibrates like a tank over rubble:
Trans Global Ballistics she croons, blanking
a huddle of toddlers who try to hoist
themselves into view. They’ve a lot to learn
about Thor, Skylark, Sky Strike, Bird of Prey.
Note: Every two years, London’s ExCel Centre hosts The Defence and Security Exhibition International.
Claire Booker is a Brighton poet and playwright. Her first collection was A Pocketful of Chalk (Arachne Press, 2022).



