Bullets of War

a furor furied upon and outward onto a race of ashes

tattooed and starving these ashes drifted windward

landing along a sea of a thousand gulls

a rage dwindled in pain and was washed away

because tomorrow a reaper came and yesterday a reaper will go

but forever memories smolder in a foundry’s liquid agony

bringing an amnesia that would be forgotten

and unleashing the bullets of war