Dead Man’s Gun Osees

It's a part of us I see, in ecstasy, we extirpate
Electrifies the night time sky
Squeezing out colossal cries

In the seconds after blast
A dead man's gun lays in the grass
Deemphasized by fusillade
Lain upon hematic graves

Houses broken under heft
Of cloven hoof, the horse of death
Breathing poison gas attack
Raze the people like an axe

Exercise in slow erasure
Human kind and earthly nature
Smoldering, the ashen claw
Closes all the exit doors

Perhaps now Terra can rest
Less this great weight upon her chest
All the system are now gone
No more human persuasion

In the seconds after blast
A dead man's gun lays in the grass
Deemphasized by fusillade
Lain upon hematic graves