It Begins Again

Grit teeth fantasies
Of dirt and blood and deeds
That I am too small a man for.
Not Fast
Or strong enough to accomplish.

Even when I think of you
Of happy settings
Endings
And finishes

If you catch my meaning,

Its always fleeting
Melding merging
Into something cacophanous
With illusory cannon shell
Dirt and a scream
That could be my own
As I see your piercing eyes
Falling into dust debris.

Its a marked increase though,
That in my mind
I am no longer a victim
With his head
Under a train wheel.

Still,
I rarely win these
Death flashing
Shadow dances.
But now at least I meet it
With steel brandished
And my teeth
Buried into the neck of life
As it runs me through.

Cue fire
Silence
And then another morning
Movement.

It begins again.