The Afterglow

The loving afterglow had faded.
The pain became intense.
The alien had invaded
and destroyed her last defense.

The touch of love he offered her
was tainted by his other side.
Endlessly, it came awake
so deep inside of her.

One more swell of energy,
the rage of all infinity swept in.
As all she knew herself to be
was being swept away.

He knew what he was doing,
though he claimed his innocence.
Little boy who played his games -
pulling off the spider's legs.

Boys will be boys, they always say,
but they never can explain away
the tinges of the cruelty that mixes
in their play.

Altar boys with angel wings.
Flying high, the engines sing.
Target sited, bombs let loose
in reproduced destruction.

Sword and shield is all they know.
Battle rage become a show.
No wonder all the pain they leave
within the afterglow...

? Michaelette ?

5/9/2002
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