Post apocalyptic balcony number 10

Scattered fragments
of unnecessary wounds
lacerate the air
Around KidCarl's world
Curled in a naked wheel arch
Throbbing reality nightmare
Awakened to the world
of violence
and lack of compromise.

The slashing
and the stabbing
and the dying
slows down

as people limp
away
shouting
territorial claims
to the bare walls of the tunnel

maybe to the wounded
to the dead
to the next time

KidCarl
almost shacking
maybe so
just does not know anymore

Please the husky voice of our angel.