Bead of glass,
of hardened sweat
and tiny bead
of bullet lead?
of hardened nails
a rolled-up ball
angry hornets
bizarre buzzsaw.
Black coal-dust wheels
bleeding red paint
alone together in their pain
Hidden behind mirrored walls
and gold-crown filigree
atop it all.
Half-rhyme, slant rhyme,
bullet lead
drilling holes into your head.