Nov13

When the blade burst his stomach,I knew that today wasn’t the best dayTo visit leafy Oxford.The blood that flowed in the streetReminded me of Rome in September,The Sun gleaming enigmatically upon the Tiber.Each attacker was relentless,Unstoppable as the insatiable TsunamiDevouring Japanese coastlines.As I shook in my bootsA blade took the head clean offMy faithful companion,…