Fight

Dark smudge all a blur
On horizon unfit
For ladies with fur
Or a gentleman's wit
Too dry

In sunshine it grows
Frozen and black
Undaunted by woes
Strung without slack
No ply

A beast with two heads
All clothed so dark
At side shiny with leads
Waiting for a mark
Death nigh

A street full of dust
The beast rides in
One man with trust
Marked with tin
Soft sigh

The beast separates
One body now two
Tension creates
Tin man walks true
Noon high

Half beast 'gainst tin heart
Generals fight
Each play their part
With thunderous might
Blood dry


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey