Metal is My Weapon of Choice

 

Gunpoint greedy

for a taste of skinflesh

The fall leaves had colored

and the dry air had simmered

and autumn had come

 

And the boots
Tromp-tromp

and eyelids heavy

caps snuggled on tight

no more sleeping tonight

 

preparation

long time coming

anticipation

long time building

 

Gunpoint greedy

for a taste of humanflesh

and humanflesh is found

in the early morningdawn

 

and the birds stop chirping