Lewis LaCook

October red

We call ourselves military might in
It could be said the porous
Characters of history in droves

The doves drive cars

The hawks etching flight paths
Drop feathers stream towards their
Shapeshifting in seemingly effortless unison

Leaves chatter reverberate completed nuclear
Smoke this intricately device ahead of schedule

All the bad in one convenient place
The countess shot and dumped down a well

Spillover in fighting against this wall of icy purpose