Kurt R.A. Giambastiani

Lightning bug tracers
Deadly lances
–Break the night
–Shatter peace
–Take us with remorseless efficiency

Trees bend beneath rotors’ wash
Exhaust fumes drift over exhausted men
Rain steams on hot metal
Streams redden with loss

We drag the bags into the null space
We send prayers to break Heaven’s ear
We want to
–Undo time
–Retrace steps
–Forget the Vulcan fires of war