The Beast That Was

We didn’t let him in but he was amidst us before the whiskey lost its bright red glow.

The type of man that saw the inside of a leather room and wrote stories on his skin.

He order venom, the bartender obliged, and paid with silver coin.

We talked like strangers until the bottle got our tongues then the beasts came out.   

He was here to take his cut of the sweet hell we found in the distance.

Gold dust and honey that melted on the naked bodies of the iniquitous.

No one was about to hand it over not without their last breathes

And when the smoke cleared

Amongst the broken glass and sunlit bullet holed corpses

The stranger made away with what we cared for most.