by Bruce Boston
Bold
as the teeth
of a werewolf.
Uncertain
as an intergalactic flight.
Sharp
as an email from
a corporate raider
on the rise.
Needy
as a hurricane survivor.
Hardened and hurt
as the injured victim
of an armed robbery.
Sensuous
as an imagined interlude
with a cinema icon.
Seething
as a moral condition
in the twenty-first century.
Inarguable
as the razor knives
and automatic weapons
of a survivalist.
Sweet and sickening
as the kill of an enemy
and its ironic complications.
Conflicted
as a warrior poet,
with blood on his hands
and songs in his veins.
Appeared in Dark Matters