The Pliable Foe

Carried down yet another ghostly road
Of a life already lived and faded
Passing yet another broken man
His life, in burning iron, wrought

His voice is the thoughtless wake of others

A damaged life
Beating blackened earth

As great, dedicate
The faces gone
We who are in its grace
A war is on

The other rises, shining in his violence
His annihilation is my aim
No blood is spilled
All this violence from his lips

Twist his arm
Back at me
__ has made at odds?
Pushing me
Extending me
To know toe to toe in this race

Crush away our will
Our world is bound in doubt
A shadow escapes ahead
The struggle in our words