I may see you again, You watch me With mirth you might be Rubbing your hands togethor Wanting me. Maybe to shield Maybe to eat Maybe in heaven we will meet.
The lone cloud above the man in the canyon top silkily slid across the deep blue sky. His submachine gun was pristine. The ripper catching sun and shadow in its malevolence. The man was patient, waiting for the right time for his assault. It was imminent, as the doomed enemy platoon squeezed through the canyonContinue reading “The Canyon”