Always Present

Swagger against the minister

dressed red in blood

Deeply as sinister

Waving hands and showing wrists

bugs crawling for a kiss and writhing for the lift

striding slowly enjoying the wake

strolled across the path of bodies  within the lake

jesus they act like they never saw refined evil on a nice day

saying hello to all the people

talking to all those less primeval

the looks of terror shivers down the spine

the tremors down mine fighting against the flow of time

This place in history

past present and future

will always be mine