The Morning Killers

This English dawn is my blood
Rising with the satellites
Undercurrent scorches a setting of luminous lime
Air miles fail to detain energy
Or split a common focus in spite of time

The return of a chessboard juggernaut
Blessed with a mobile array of tactics
Is the compartment with the bullet
In this game of roulette
Impelling the maiden pageant of theatrics

A small blade to a veracious heart
Transmitted across continents and oceans
Could never affect the flow of ki
Generated by the most authentic of devotions.

Copyright Paul Ginz