where do you retreat, snowshatter?
tear me into freezing cold relent
to feel, better eye than goliath's
heel; whore of fortune let my manners
go. where are you, amethystic hex?
have your fists found a broken
neck? knot that noose round again
to suture up a wounded soul. stuck
the blade through, denied the tide
of man rushing. rue every jinx that
punches back. bode ill over
and over, tend to the banners' thirst.
they'll assume the worst, rifle
tuned to pursue your steps; demolish
your intent, for all the city's
steeped in death. they're all
fuckers, and you're all
that's left.