Shades of grey on a blood red road.
The march of women,
running cracks and catching fire.
It's primevil hunger,
like a life swap,
you're anexed - like the truth about history.
The poems journey now off the rails.
Forensics - double crossing.
The hard way to the deep,
like; the black of atonement
and the doors open like World War One,
and dictators discover a secret heart,
missing - beleived crazy;
sort id; frozen in time.