Poem-A-Day: Day 576

Endeavors

A shredded salvo
in the otherworldly heat wave,
and bodies looking shattered
like remains of golden,
green, clear, and brown bottles.

Broken glass spastically placed
as a haphazard puzzle solution,
gripping piece to piece
in crimson sliver tendrils
slowing moving between each other.

The mud pocked scars
gurgling wretched chrome
and oddly chromatic gore
through each sift and seine
of broken tract and flashy retort.

Each shout a minstrel call
whispering vagrant death
and the shallow buried given
of wasted cannibalism
as the snake consumes the tail.