after a firefight
skies sprinkle shrapnel
dust kicks at rubble
(am i still alive?)
like a sunrise
the burn, the glow
of what grenades
left behind
(alive, alive!)
'tis a sunset
the orange wilting
the blood lingering
the night roars
ears ring, a victory
(a warning)
seems like everytime
i dance with dying
i am reborn
fresh and floored
and for a sip i can
swallow the world