5

bombs falling, straddled, cowboy moves

Whitsling down an airstream

Scaremongering

Screaming and whipping whips

Grabbing hats and

"Woo-hooing"

And dropping head first

Into homes and such

And it leaves black dust on my skin

Now I can't see at all

And there's movement,

growing still by the second

I find my eyes rolled back, gleaming

Gleams, daggers in the summer sun

Days in Dresden, Nights in Nanking