The Puzzle

The slot gouged in cold blue steel,

Squelches with easy extraction -

An oozing to view!

The spurt and the spatter a

Pattern of lust displays a red mist,

A droplet congealed in a militant sun

A human undone,

This, a second mistake,

An hour in a wake – a life in

a Puzzle and a bribe in haste.

(“For you, I take your life and

in turn, immerse myself in pain.

For how can I look at my child

again and know that such deeds

are always unjust, this bayonet to

thrust, a vacuum of dust where once stood,

A vacuum of dust where once stood!”).

It's a critical – not typical

A pitiful..........a Puzzle,

A plan – not a plan but a frown on

A face.

A clown inside as you laugh

then you die, then you ask for the

Pause while you challenge the cause?

Sitting down with Cadaver

Tuning into the last, his last

Own survivor his bringer of peace.

The trick in the trip, a seat sat

Beside while the Puzzles doleful

Eyes gains a far away place;

He who is opposite, dunned and

Denied.........the Puzzle obliged.

A poke with the steel, still

Cold, still blue!

Looking around and evading

The truth as the Puzzle grows bigger

And the frown squeezes tighter

The sides of the face.

In the back of beyond the

Weapon is dropped, a fixation

Of scorn while the rifle is stopped

(Before this death, On the ground).

Sold and established a true killer figure,

Shallow and fast the first he despatched.

A sit down – have a look,

Considerations now booked by

His trinkets of Glory,

Sitting like Buddha before a

Zombie deceased as this,

This treachery, The Puzzle.......

Grows bigger and bigger.

The Puzzle is done,

The Devils deceit, the soldier -

This human will scream for his mercy,

Scream this new torture, the man

He just killed his license for murder,

The Puzzle his own cadaver, he'll

Follow his scream – till he his

Own self begs for his death,

An end to this haunting a

Taking of breath.

For seeing this truth,

Dared he's found out the Puzzle,

That killing and war is Man's

Ill found deception, lessons off

Satan for a human disgraced.

And the scream?

That scream! His scream,

Will continue to sound

Till he – man himself

Runs away from

the Puzzle,

His human

Disgust, till

the end

of his

Life.

Michael J Waite 3^rd July 2006