Dark nights and lights.
Sun mazed moon,
flight dazed buffoon,
light crazed crusader;
kamikaze planet raider.
Black night at his back,
white heat at his feet,
blinded selfless attack
his persistent defeat.
Exhausted, dead-beating-twitching wings
drop, flip, shuffle on the table top.
And a bugler’s mourning lay, high,
in distant rings, the charge to fill his belly-pot.
Blood lust dive on red, lush hive
to thrive on prized liquor:
unless the donor’s quicker.
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