The soft, powerful
glow splits
the cool air
like bullets through
flesh.
the peacekeeper, ready
to fire,
is as bloodthirsty as the
hogs, hounds, and shrapnel
below him
the maniac
the reaper
the soldier
all flee an already
sealed fate.
the clock moves
forward
11:00, 11:30, 11:45,
noon
the bells chime
like the ring of six shots
releeased from their
cages, and
the sound of
six bodies
hitting the floor
the objective is:
secured
though victory
is temporary
in this world.
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