I step out
onto the fresh field
the field that will soon
be a field no more
instead a graveyard
for many
not a field
but a sponge
to soak the blood of the dead
they step out as well
guns cocked and ready
bravery and pride in their eyes
fear shadowed in their hearts
then without a sound
it begins
not an organized battle
but a massacre
a chorus of murder
chaos
delirium.
I take my aim
the opposite side transform
from humans
to targets
living
breathing
feeling
targets
finger jerks
shoulder jerks
heart jerks
his body jerks
blood quick to blossom
I waste no time
setting my sights
on another careless
target
the target has found me
we point and shoot
no ammo
knives are drawn
a fight to the death
as it has been
since primitive times
savagely we fight
instincts from long ago
moving our muscles
panting
slashing
killing
he has me by the arms
and moves to plunge
the dagger
I strike twice as fast
slicing the pale flesh of his throat
his adam's apple bobs once
then the liquid pours
a scarlet shower
I look around
to see the same
but things have changed
for in our eyes
there is no more bravery
no more pride
nothing but a dark shade
of bloodlust.
