Red

The sky marooned the look in his eyes,
a taste of dust and blood.
His vision blurred
with smoke and dirt.

The earth a shade of crimson,
It lusted for his blood.
A rush through his body.
Sweat crawls down his trembling hands.

He reaches for the metal,
a fire burning bright,
the taste of copper in his mouth.
A cloud of smoke,
a deafening noise!
and an etching silence.