Blood On The Breeze Poem by Troy Clark

The night is silent and still

high in the sky is the moon, painted red

it's furious, and it's anger reflects my own

it stands watch, a greedy guardian

calling to the deep

for fire and smoke



and in the distance I can see

the other half of me, chained down

I'm crying out, loud and clear

declaring that i will be free



There's blood on the breeze,

I can taste it, even before

the first bullet bites into flesh and marrow

His essence splatters swiftly

coating myself and it's people



Their surprise brings a smile to my eyes

so I pull the trigger again, and again

my thunder echoes long and hard

ice against my temples, I shut down



it's as the moon wills

howling souls

blood on the breeze

Smoke, fire, and fear



Through the scope I can see

myself, staring at me

You're free now

as I, myself, am piled around and burned

like an offering.