Monday 27 April 2015

Part XXVII

















(Part XXVII is the start of the end and a final meeting)


XXVII

Overtaking themselves
The bullets sprayed
All over the floor

Reconstituted in screams
With each shot

Dancing to a private dance
Staining chaos
Rotting in the air

Offering a different story
With each death
In honey eyed intent

Turning violence into prose

Madness into hope
All the way
To the top

And I faced him

Face to face. 

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