Bestial Battleground

A fierce grace lines the ranks of the battlegrounds,

Lurking like a shadow, hollow,
sunken beauty tethers the bodies,


piled high, they stain the horizon,




streaking the impending skyline



blanching a frightened generation



As the piercing cracks of gunfire



Litter the air.


A sharp metallic taste, a

figure in the gloom,


shot down, a game piece, a gamble



murderous beauty lurking in the slayer’s eyes,


damp tears, smudge his wary face.