Friday, August 01, 2008
Behind The Armor
"Behind The Armor"
July 2008
Allayed, but clothes still burn.
The smell, a sign to strike while the iron is still hot.
Iron from your suit protecting you from what's in front, dead ahead.
Behind a hospital gown with zero defense from my calm attack.
Your neck, your back.
Returning for your regularly scheduled ambush.
The is a reminder to no longer look back.
It's simply more of the same.
Less of a shame.
This irresponsiblity leaves another infection.
One hot minute of applause.
Retarded for a common cause.
Fitting for our time.
