Crashintome
15 Minutes
Tying his boots,
collecting pictures of families
approaching the uncertainty of the seventh gate
This, the twenty-fifth hour
speeding, steadfast ticking clock
toward the dire desert, a world away
from his daughter's third birthday
Candles blown out by his steaming steady rifle
he'll point at the hearts of his enemies
wondering their babies' days better
than those of their father's fate
One more kiss, one more hug
A reminding smell
His wife's Chanel
Fifteen minutes of inevitable time
shrinking from his spinning watch
collecting pictures of families
approaching the uncertainty of the seventh gate
This, the twenty-fifth hour
speeding, steadfast ticking clock
toward the dire desert, a world away
from his daughter's third birthday
Candles blown out by his steaming steady rifle
he'll point at the hearts of his enemies
wondering their babies' days better
than those of their father's fate
One more kiss, one more hug
A reminding smell
His wife's Chanel
Fifteen minutes of inevitable time
shrinking from his spinning watch
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