7 Oct 2008


i looked out onto the empty rows of carnage
i wondered had their teeth sunk so deep
as to draw blood from the sun already
but it was early and they had just sent a missile
compliments in the form of, some more commonly
known as, targets. They hadn't told you, from here
the sky groaned as the air ripped under trajectory
every inch a blizzard_even as the mist scowered the 
earth like a stingray looking for flesh.