Indignation

Terrorism, a pain knows the docks,
a blind alley,
without a running track,
hollowness of a violence evicted.

Life smells of knots,
a knot of blood coagulated,
an ocean of stirred anxiety,
a stampede of fear.

The death spiral walks,
solitude trapped thick;
in a sluggish mass of iron,
a fatal potion,
a long autumn
to crack the air,
revolves, swirls blind,
got off the conscience,
stole time
to run over the death.

It hurts,
point out to the marrow
sliced lime bone.
a maze of circles,
deep darkness.

Cultivating violence
predatory, claws its edges,
alluring with gold power,
heighten as a hill
to distill cyanide.