A fire trailing wrath of God & more consequentially my wrath.

 

This chamber rests cold,
flags south to where its latest victim lies
...callous and repining recent events.

 

To smite me prepare to face all elements,
having all abilities forced on you;
Ten Commandments and all.

 

This chamber is 44. inch steel that encircles
a shell case of chaste supposition
seen to be believed & silver nitrate to fulfill its bite,
faster than flight
& tipped with all that is holy.

 

I accept philosophy...
the turmoil of families anguishes,
endless nights that seem to last for centuries asleep.

 

Branded by secrets
the pleated skin forms the pages of my life.
It refines the judgments I lead,
baptizes me in the sunlight of stray bullets.
A fire-fight is my way of ardency,
takes the front-line over faith it's self.

 

We are all disciples of substance
believe and shall succeed someone.
I shall share eventide with comets dancing on my clasp.
I see all from the flat of my back.

 

I've lived in the cross hairs,
listened for first shot at dawn and lasted long enough
to see it set.

 

I was never a man on fire
I was the fire inside the heart of many a man.
Fires die out and now it's my time to set.