Power is blood
Flowing freely and soundlessly
Life blood: bringing ripe life and breath to those it fills
and pumps full with life.
But it also kills:
Its absence leaving only a cold vacuum
and a carkas of confusion and pain
Red, sins and enemies!
Is this a dagger,
Or a shard of myself I see before me?
The jealous breed that we are
Our territory extended to the sounds and hearts
And minds of others
Colonising thoughts and instincts
Machiavelli, Freud, manipulations and
Conquered minds and frightened of the cold:
These eternal children, running
Away from consequence, back
Into the arms of a madcap mother
Who promises peace and life
and another chance to set things right.
The silent flow of sweet blood.