Danger

ˈdānjər

this traffic is a

this traffic is a 
demented video game 
with only one life

the coals at my feet 
burn less indignantly than 
the fear in my eyes

this matchless valor 
in bloody consecration  
of my shattered land

what is more lofty 
than for a hundred men to 
march forward to death

i live suspended
twisting between danger and
opportunity

this padded helmet
will serve well in my new role
as a projectile

kick down from the light
and all i hear is silence
as the world recedes

decide who you are
where you stand and what that means
before trouble comes