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Moon on the rear view mirror
Chasing the assassin's speeding
Chariot. Adjust the glass-view,
Close your eyes for a while, still the
Moon is just behind your car.
An expert agent, moon shadowing
The assassin, still dipping in
Deaths of innocents, unawares.
Take a turn and fancy loosing
Him behind till his sarcastic
Grin illuminates the mirror.
The assassin moves to mop brow
He thinks of the screams rising from
The arson in a slam, he thinks
The shouting smells of burnt bodies.
Hands do not quiver on steering,
Only moon on a steady chase
And fog spreads on the obscure path.
A scream so secret, like a drop of dew
On a pool of oblivion, rises
From the deep throat of a crime not so old.
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Comments: 19
Again, your descriptions are really something wonderful. They're concise and crisp, yet give the reader all they need to know in order to really follow the scene and develope a clear image in their head.
Thanks for posting this to Writer's Haven.