Poetry

On a sharp spring day we are millenium shy
We are rabbits in the dusk
Eyes wet with imminent fright
We wait and slow breath
Gives way to pounding heart
To rivers of blood crashing through flesh
Bruising idled organs

One way traffic is no through traffic
To prime time box office nothing
And

Life goes on
Subtract another day
We are a new subtotal
Subtotally shy