Blood on the Battlefield
It trudges
Along
It's long
Scaly
Arms
Dragging
In the
Dust
Clawed and
Thick-soled
Feet trail
'Cross the earth
Leaving
Etched tracks
Behind
Bulging eyes
Of scarlet
Lock on the
Body
Still fresh
From the
Kill and
Full if
Blood
Loping
Tripping
Nostrils flared
It pulls the
Red cap from
His bald
Head
Grip
Twist
Pull
Crack
Off the
Head comes
Sweet
Shiny blood
Spilling
Holding the
Cap under the
Waterfall
Dying
Staining
Covering
With blood
Lick the fingers
Of any
Remains
Leave behind
The corpse
Cap back on
Blood
Trailing in
Rivulets down
His
Face
