You have sweet eyes. I have nasty eyes.
You have nasty eyes. I have sweet eyes.
And we are but pawns to endgame.

Heads morphed to bowls of glass
to carry fire and flame ;
and I’ll make a stepping stone of you
by stepping on you;
and you’ll be the words “death before dishonor”
with “death” underlined 10,000 times;
and our fury shall lack nothing
but direction.

I don’t finish everything I start
and I did not start some things
that I’m about to finish; and day by day
it’s becoming clearer we won’t find God,
that we’ll lose this round of hide n’ seek n’ destroy.

And as we take our stance ‘neath auburn skies
we are deaf to the uncoiling of vipers in the grass.
And you can ask yourself
if they would spare a thought for ethics.

Neither of us
a unique and beautiful snowflake.