Fighting Talk

The power drips from the open wounds.

The big guns lie silent, resting for the next time.

The phantom stalks the air, peering

Into the muzzles, bathing in their

Dominion, drowning in their

Exultation.

 

The vultures stare each other to death

Waiting for the next time.

 
The power drips from the open wounds.

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