Invisible Scythe

This time the foe was too potent.
He fell to his knees suddenly
cut by an invisible scythe.

His resistance broke under siege,
while his heart blew apart
and he banged his head
against the world in a slow tattoo.

His screams went unheard, unrecorded.
For in the distance
she watched...
a cold, dry-eyed witness,
without remorse, without involvement.

He stroked the air as if to make love
to living one last time.
From erotic agony to embrace oblivion.