sirens blazed
with a haunted atmosphere
Out comes A.T., looking all alive
looking glad, content and alive
She throws her guns, rattles at her peak
points invisible wands, far and near

blood and bones
and flesh and bullets
red and wet
and leather and latex
She burns down her house
down through to the ground

and she disappears
like dew drops in the afternoon
and she disappears
never to be found
And she is pardoned
of all crimes.