On the screen, fascination
Might be a hero,
might be a villain.
A steamroller crash
and the world is forgotten-
the voices of reason,
they fade and they hoarsen.
With newfound panache
nonchalant explanation
reasons variegated like
the roots of a banyan.
A homicide cache
the words chosen maudlin,
the future foreshadowed;
conclusion forgone.
A mendacious gnash,
grievous conflagration;
ethics and ambition
in haughty combustion.
Now lamentable ash
Brown powder like pollen
lauds victory, and beckons,
spread on newspaper fallen
brings the thunder,
brings a new colonial.
Almost titled this "Pre-emptive Ejaculation."