combust with dust ✅

As turns up again
horse
and the headless 

salt of its sink
the nil to a null 
mull.

And the gun 
in basement 12

that weighs a grant
and cocks 
a death rant.

Murder for rent
trigger trigger.

Pounding in heart
at the start

wore me apart. 
Best
make a run for it.

Its listlessness 
a violent abyss 

an angel
of war 
death and gore

caught in a rage
of brute lust
and emptiness.

Firebird
dancing in contempt 
of time 

flambeau fugitive
in thrall to shine.

Grappled by its hooks,
tender sheen
of mine.