III

Bride
Nighttime in bed
without you,
I look but can not
find you.

I will get up
and go now
and search the streets.

I will find you,
hold you,
take you home
to bed.

Chorus
Soloman
is a cloud of gases
ricin, mustard
and nerve.

Expert killers
surround him.
They wear their weapons
low on their hips.
They are afraid
of the night.

Outside is armor plated,
inside is full of death.