Dead Man's Gun

It’s a part of us I see
In ecstasy, we extirpate
Electrifies the night time sky
Squeezing out colossal cries
In the seconds after blast
A dead man’s gun lays in the grass
Deemphasized by fusillade
Lain upon hematic graves
Houses broken under heft
Of cloven hoof, the horse of death
Breathing poison gas attack
Raze the people like an axe
Exercise in slow erasure
Humankind and earthly nature
Smoldering, the ashen claw
Closing all the exit doors
Perhaps now Terra can rest
Less this great weight upon her chest
All the systems are now gone
No more human persuasion
In the seconds after blast
A dead man’s gun lays in the grass
Deemphasized by fusillade
Lain upon hematic graves