Gunhearts

experimenting

We were playing God

 

The sundanced upon

The metal

Of the rifles

Held ready in our hands

 

The wind whistled

Alarm

Alarm

Alarm

As we slunkalong—

We were playing God

 

The man was waiting

In the

Shallows unsuspecting

 

We—

With Vampiregrins

And

Machine Gunhearts—

 

We were playing God.

Reviews

[Dressed in Poetry]

I like that the wind whispered "alarm alarm alarm". It's a neat picture.