A window full of day
An effulgent ray
Streaming with light
Illumination canceling the night
A promise made, a vow understood
A gift for entrusting -- if you could
Relax the mind
To trust, then find

The favored rifle
Merging with the dark
Helicopters patrolling
With engines rumbling
Lights searching
Under a white moon
Revenge is what is left
When there is nothing
A dish of cold morsels
Never satisfying
The ravenous hunger 
For the false poetry of violence

The mist at twilight
Only the sound of birds
Here and there