BLOOD MOON

sunset,
the colors of
fresh dying
blood.

breath ghosts
from
aching lungs
as chill
winds bite
thru layers
of body armor.

rustles of
crisp fall
leaves
amidst the
spent .50 cal shells
and brittle
finger bones
in the long weeds.

waiting
waiting
waiting...

sometimes
the night
howls like
doomed souls,
under a
dull limping
moon.
Hunters moon
some
call it.

Widows Moon,
i call it
as i ready
waiting to
create more....

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 2010!

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