Intruders

“We are muddy, with twigs and branches, there’s turmoil and carnage, and here we come.
We are the paratroopers, the beat of sharp shooters.
With our feet thumping, with our feet marching. Skeptics.
Shower of goodness coming to end the doubt pouring over.
I have guided my bones through some voltage, and love them still, and love them too.

Feel the speed.”