sunset

every
footstep
was
perfectly in time
with the steady heartbeat
of the militant revolution
in the sky,
and
not even the world’s
strongest
    largest
         most powerful
armies could stop the late leaves
       nor the freshly shattered
          chambers of december’s cold heart
                      from
    falling
and the fighting continued
          in a long, drawn-out,
                     death:

slow-motion style
           over an
                                 unwavering horizon.