Blood molecules whipped
through the tunnel of space
flecks on my mask
brighter than eyes from dispatched lives
long ships inhabiting the skin stretched over bright miles
planets in cloaks of hunters
game projecting gorgeous rays of death
over the hot breathing hills
heaving streams in steaming emission
bath melting time that has brought them there
lives gripped like the hilt of a sword
by histories that have assigned victims and executioners
with the strength of fading roles
whose empty future is their power
the speed a murdered landscape offers
the beauty of speed and passion for power without love
perfection of power to hide its need
in manners that scrape green away for grey
in clothing that assaults the cleanliness of the void
through the ridges of trees
and the power of water to swerve
the countenance of satisfaction
held up upon a severed head.