(Part XXVII is the start of the end and a final meeting)
XXVII
Overtaking
themselves
The
bullets sprayed
All over
the floor
Reconstituted
in screams
With
each shot
Dancing
to a private dance
Staining
chaos
Rotting
in the air
Offering
a different story
With
each death
In honey
eyed intent
Turning
violence into prose
Madness
into hope
All the
way
To the
top
And I
faced him
Face to
face.
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