.Light is sour blood spilled from pregnant skies.
Frothing & turning, ignoring dead wings as they drift by.
It reveals blood & rust from twisted faces.
Long shadows are the devil & death the cold breeze.
Coughing & choking in the fading night, I smiled...
The fruit of labour .
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