That's Enough
We can produce a dance or a march, it's up to you. We can do it so snapdragon quick, and scented of singed metal and honeysuckle sweet. I've stabilized my passions, and don't run astray with them, until I'm a dot far over the hills anymore. Years of cultivation, and conceit perhaps. Why bother to use an umbrella when it causes rain deprivation? Why wear sunglasses when it dims the view of the film strip pathway before us? Inject all metal things with veins. Watch the shiny metal body breath in, and out. In, and out. Make it a shallow disaster, this annoying little war machine, and then learn from it. Never go back to it, if you survive enough to have that luxury of a future. The slow bleeding withdraw from the parasitic host nation, with their continental burnt skin breakfasts, and vomit spewing suburban garage door rhetoric of fascist illness sighs. They exhaust themselves until they turn to dust as a sacrificed lamb to their own slaughter.