destroyer
11.4.08
the door spins
like a wheel
on an overturned bicycle
the rider thrown away
bloodied and bruised by the road side
blindsided by a car
the world turns
like the belt in an engine
moving some vital part
from here to there
making things work
giving life and air
the past remembers
little deeds and sins
stores them up
like rain in a barrel
to drown the unrepentant in
when their day has come
fire breathes life
into the hearts of men
like the spark of an idea
giving motion to some desired end
each action adds to the chain
bringing us back again
one link
one digression
one false word
one fatal step
it all comes back
to haunt those
who hold themselves so far
above their own contempt
