Under the Gun

Open your eyes. Reinvent me. Heaven Sent. Flamed teardrops die gracefully Above your heart. How I hear the Footsteps of the dead trample over us, Yet we are both powerless to breath. I fall from the face of the planet. Reaching out for a passing star to Catch me. Oceans laugh at my plight. Hide in the darkness, then turn their Backs on me. Offer themselves to Red-robed warriors. Swallow that anger. I know how it Tastes. Chambered sorrow vented At the frozen children. The frenzied Touch of ebony as it touches your Face, like snow, it knows us all Too well. Thirteen