Day of Defiance

by Fabian Cortez

The damp air so surreal

In vision garnished my

Thoughts with howling

Wolves & horrors

Playing great screens

Of many picture

Palaces of my youth

-

Such glory days they

Were, yet since I’ve

Seen wars unfold

With carnage treated

Gladly, by masters of

Their craft

-

I consider this well as

My blood-soaked foot

Squelches greedily

In my once two hundred

Dollar Italian shoes

They’d cut near through

To the bone, made quite

A mess of my new jeans too

-

How I’d been glad of

My pay off,

Enabled me to get

Some things I’d always

Wanted, a Jaguar car, shiny

Black, with leather seats that

Smelled of luxury however

Sticky they get in

The hot sun

-

It was gone now, they’d

Taken jealous to it

Given it a “Molotov Cocktail's, Smile”

He’d said with a sickening,

Lustful grin,

Shouted it out loud for his

Gang to hear, as my heart

Poured the final dregs of my soul

Clear into the gutter

-

They thought me gone, as

I let them have their tribal dance around

In victory, their spoils all

Important on display

As I hobbled discretely to one

Side out of view, and poured

My own sweet desire

Gently across the floor behind them

They didn’t notice

Thought it was from my roasting

Heart & soul

-

My mélange

Brought a smile of

Conquest as I danced clumsily

With the devil, until dawns early

Light, screams echoed loud

Into the night, yet nobody came,

-

Sitting in my desecrated

Trophy, my breathing

Is laboured now,

The only sweetness in the air

Is the charred flesh

Of those who’ll never

Be able to look

Back, on this short

Lived day of

Defiance

-

Sunlight spills through cracks in

The old hangar door

& I am suddenly reminded

Of how pointless it all is

-

The damp air so surreal

Swims deep into my weary

Eyes garnishing my

Thoughts with howling

Wolves & horrors

Playing great screens

Of so many picture

Palaces of my youth

-

Such glory days they

Were

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