Slings and Arrows

A red bull
Rising his rage upon a thunderstorm
Stalking clouds in the sky
Making his very life today
Staking it upon a storm
A Capricorn dies
Ride Sagittarius
Ride until the moon is no more and the scent of humanity
And the stank of ages is purely driven from your nostrils
So far
So long that a memory cannot derive from your passion
The golden calf of war
False god of incumbent fortune
Ride on to poison kings
And gore Lords
Rape murder pillage
Sodomize beauty
And deflower soil untainted by salt
This is you destiny vaca
Send your bolt of thunder upon us
Reign o’er men
Through your skin of blood
And your tongue of two prongs
Children run
Children hide
Otherwise your intestines will be on the red bull’s hide
Invoke treason, favors
Make you political allies
Amongst the corrupt ones
The lightning and thunder of the storm
Use them to save yourself
For your left shall die
And your neighbor shall surely not survive
Look now
A fire crossing this field
The Nerovian specter
Consuming the decades of labour
And the centuries of enterprise
Refuges flee the incoming
For fear of a saber in that sweeping fire
Look upon it
As terrible as the last muscovite
As fearsome as his wrath
So tales to tell your sons
To chill their bones
And to sent into them those trends
To sweep the fire with their one
Larger and more destructive
Spirits carry the dead
For there is no one to carry them off of a field
In a war such as to be an attrition
Look on the field with your remaining eye
Look there is your blood shining in the moonlight
Next to the stillborn
There is your hand
Still gripping your implement of self preservation
Be no Peter
Those who live by the sword will die by the sword
When that mad bull gores them
And his horns carry the blood of the grand baron
The blood of condemnation
Breathe in the air
Feel it on your skin
That humidity is not water
But it is the water of your brother’s veins
See that cancer sweeping the sky
A farce illumination
And to each burst of its light
An accompanying scream
And the muffling sounds of the red bull
Ride on a horse to the east
March barefoot to the west
What difference will it make?
A Sherman scourge
A Hitlerian genocide
A Zukhovian waste
Use your traumatized eyes
See around you
You cannot escape your fortune dear ones
For this, this is the coming of the red bull
Look out upon the field
The inheritance your ancestors left you
Look at all the life
Like a desert
Look at the burned trees and the split rocks
The shatter boulders and the salted field
The red water and the steel toes of hatred
Look to your submission and your own demise
Look to the red bull riding his storm commanding his fire
Look to him burning your skin
Look to that squealer’s scar
Look to your cut Achilles tendons
Look to your sister imprisoned
See how far you fall from grace
Look at your very life today
Slave, serf, pawn!
Peon, ignoble
See your army lost
See it away in a foreign land
While this storm takes your lives
Tend now--tend to your people,
For when the enemy is complacent
This cycle will start again
And this circle, within
And in all the circumference
Look upon it well and see n’er
A resemblance of glory