the millenium man can plainly say there will be blood,and the bombs that burst over his head will light up the dark grey sky overhead like kohl lights up in the morning the eyes of a girl that has stayed up all night.the anti-hero comes over the horizon in a helicopter whose blades seem like an ogre waving a sword over his head.the exchange is brief and the destruction lasting,the explosion hangs in the air with the smell of powder and the dust of the rubble like the moist smell of leaves in a rainforest.in that rainforest lives a girl that had once loved our hero but that was in the past.when the anti-christ drops down there are vultures in the sky and they swoop at the carcass with a raucous hunger and ravage the body of the evildoer with an ungodly relish.the girl looks up and sees the brown smoke rising in the distance like a snake along a wall.it gives her the creeps and she feels uncomfortable.her eyes are capable of mirroring the most breathtaking sadness but there is no one to look into them.and there is no one to watch our villain die and there is no one to watch the vultures at their meal and theres no one absolutely anywhere close by whom you could ask for directions or for water.the battle fought, a death mourned and the day drawn to its close all seem to rush straight into this tiny opening in the girls eye and disappear.as if nothing happened, no one died and no day finished and no vultures fed but only a small spec appeared on her lips or under her eyes and she wiped it off.