Black Bird Of
Prey
Swooping
down, towards the 'prey'.
Down,
down, to where it lay.
Like a
camera, focusing, zooming in,
Sighting
what it is.
The prey
moves, then it runs .....
I attempt
to STRIKE! I miss!
My wrath
is white hot, I explode.
I am
expended, exhausted. I have borne my load.
No more
my scream. No more my roar.
Dumb.
Fragmented I am.
Now just
my dying embers. Scattered.
Debris
riddled ..... A defunct bomb.
© TSSK 1991