destruction breeds destruction
& setting her one-eyed gaze on the physician’s assitant,
Minerva made a mess.
you may have seen the body count in the papers?
but these are desperate, gorgeous times
& zombies walk the earth when the spirit moves.
out of ammo,
she stoppered up her burning lungs, shouldered her shotty,
& embraced the good Mr. Tandy come alive again,
knowing it might well be the last she’d ever bestow upon another form
(read this with romanticism rolling on your mental reel-to-reel, dear reader)
& so they skipped (gore-lumbered) into the sunset,
Minerva clutching her bandolier,
Tandy’s fingers twitching ‘round his guns -
necromancers & abhorsens both,
staring down their humanity.
facing facts never looked so good.
