Blood On The Bricks

quickly the crimson blade
slices through the skin
spraying from his arteries
physical graffiti of society
from brick walls it drips

with burnt offerings...
arrows peirce the sores
as the moon collides
smashing into their faces
in the age of reason there is
                                   madness...

a broken cycle of colors and elements
tossed from a moving transport
sanguine diamonds splattering
across the pavement, as we
curl into fetal positions waiting

for the sun to rise again....