Slick sleet, sleepy things

Stumble over me

Hot mess, camo dress

Be still to not be seen

Fire moths busy

Setting sparks to trees

No time to seek for shelter

As grenades go

Explode

Taro working, bone popping

His leg lost in snow

Tomorrow's never coming

Ever droning -- slow

Thick meat -- muscly

Pow'ring over me

Petrified -- frozen up

White knuckled to the gun

As grenades go

Explode

Magician -- no

Sleight of hand

Trigger pulled -- the end

The bullet blows not the foe

It dies there in my head

It explodes