The best way to watch a run
is from a great distance.
At night, those angry balls on the horizon are
like a thunderstorm trapped in the Snake:
sticky blood, sweat, and steel.
You can smell them.
But at treetop level,
moving up,
you can feel that orange cloud
burning your heels,
making them crispy critters.
Friendly fire is a way of life.
published in For the Love of Death, the early years, 2nd ed., S.I.N., 1993.
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