Two prone gentlemen
with forked prongs hovering
over the dust-cast city scene,
readied weapons singing poetically.

Messengers bolting through wildfire
caught their skin on ambushed air
falling fleshless, stabbed to parts,
hungered souls, men for tarts.

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