The air is thick

as bullets prance

shift and switch

settling vendettas

with berettas

if only the would let us

enter in

we cannot choose a side

so we stand aside

besides

the decision has been made

the gazelles reach their target

disappearing into black holes

to which life seeps through

becoming flues

into which tonal airs 

move

resulting sounds of despair

and agony

tragedy

the eagles

once steeped in heat

exit

and fall to there cold feet 

coiled waves

of metallic noise

enter in and 

bang against the drum

which no longer beats