Five seconds
The sour milk breath
Plus adrenaline rush
Knuckles bent
Fist formed
Revolution
And those words
Those five words
Of such intense
And contagious
Dedication
With a hollowed voice
Pleading eyes
She screams, I will die for Egypt!

And then explosion like pop!
Blood rushing
Burnt faces
Infants howling
Kicking
So sickening is the death
Of a hundred devoted souls

Five seconds
Breathe in
Breathe out
Five seconds

And the old man
Past out on mahogany rocking chair
Heart beat
Slow beat
That dream was dreamt
The deep thought
That ever so lightly
Slightly creased his brow
Drip of sweat
Runs down pierced earlobe
And the pressure of concentration
Is released

Five Seconds
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick