Occupy the Grey

It feels so good
that sense of right
throbbing in your veins
burning in your chest.
The River of Truth
Wears everything down:
eventually.

When it's over
when the job is
done
when the drumbeat
of power
fades into something
normal
like the beat of a heart
you look around
and notice the ashes.
Grey wisps
flutter in a faint
breeze
away, away.