fire

air slips over kite.
wide eyes gleaming at the sky.
knock the wind from sails.

behind dark curtain.
opposite the one way glass.
a new beginning.

one man’s meat is wheat.
another’s is blood and gore.
always craving more.

mission is futile.
but you send us anyway.
expediency.

red blood on the run.
slipping down the mountainside.
checking the red run.

stuffed full of dead kine.
a putrid sack of decay.
you are living death.