I was shot down like a bird bleeding into the earth it is a cycle I say as I watch my life fading away in and out of black in and out of panic attacks whichever way I choose it's all a ruse I was an old soul plagued with idealism So naive to not see the true villain My passion blinded me could not see the vermillion flags
1. There was the tremor of leaves, a rustle of bayonet grass parried the multihued calm of dawn's smeared light. "This is what we trained for," the captain said. We hunkered behind stacked bags of sand.
2. Filigreed shafts of light pierce the bullet perforated leaf canopy, bellowed yells punctuate the swirl and buffet of turbulent air: “Contact”, “2 O’Clock”, “Incoming”, “ "Moving”, “Reloading”, “Ammo”.
3. Fingers twitch, the grit of soil twisted through their grip; moon slashed carcasses glint, spent shells, Earth exhales a vermillion mist, rising, echoless, in this a cathedral of leaves.