The deadliest blow
Death has many ways to beat our defences
I cling to speeding, spinning cones of leadThat pierce the air and armour, skin and bone;Once deep inside, I ditch my deathly rideAnd spread destruction, quell life's fragile wick.I cleave to sharpened shards of stainless steelThat separate the living from the dead.A scratch, a nick, a cut will let me inTo fester in the ragged bloodied flesh.I steal by roadsides, lakesides, seasides, waitingFor unwary or foolhardy soulsTo...
