Only Blood Here

in the thick of the awful things
with flourescent eyes
from an evil heart

     no man here
can ever run from me
 . . . . now

from the knape of atrocity
among flying bullets justified
from a short tall man

around the bend...
    nothing true can make it 
 through
                      me
now

we all of us 

have our, reason's to bleed
again and again 

and again
                             now

and then again

still I won't  

still I don't 

without you

            i just can. . ,

never bleed

Author's Note