The hand of dread intent
holds the metal;
holds the metal within
the metal
in this play of life;
holds the fragile fragment
of time
between the dying
and the sweet breath of life;
holds the terror of forever
in hands that so want
to control life
and yet would deny it
in the ripping flash of ignition,
in the spilling and splattering
of sacred blood
that marks in red
the final act
of this hand of intent…
and still the
curtain has not closed.
12/10/2015