His Eyes Burned Blood-Red

He stood and I saw
anger I had never seen before —
rage really.

People tell me I have no idea
how strong I come across,
but I had no idea I could
provoke — venomous vitriol.

He stood, eyes burning
blood-red,
and he spewed forth four-
letter invectives,

and for a moment,

I thought I was watching
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
in 3D with the chainsaw
headed my way,

It was over in a flash
as if nothing had happened —
but fifty years of a blood
brother’s blood
gushed
all over
the floor until nothing
was left —

nothing — fifty years
of blood

all over the floor —
all over.

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