Descent

There are monsters
Then
There are
           Monsters

Among the dead
We find
       Ourselves

Juggling guns
We are
      Trapped
In the maze
The world you
Created
For all of us

Dragging wounded
            Limbs
Over dirty cloth
I lay down
         Your
Burthens

Angels
Light and formless
Weakest of the weak

The knife with which you
Gut
   Me
Hangs dull and heavy
At your side

Sharpen it on the 
                Steel
Of my heart
Before the killing 
                Plunge

Save me
From us
       Again

I am
    Not
Going
     Back

c.sdmrogers 2018