his mind was curiously dismemebered

at war with itself in an autocracy of rage

gunfire was general in his cortex

and fragments of his wisdom fell like stars flee the sky at a shootout

he knew that

but also sometimes forgot that

every notion carefully crafted

vanished

he did not even have the sparse company of his mind for comfort nor discourse

just a body pruned of consciousness

but the pain of his carcass persisted

like an ugly thug shadows its prey