Jdams slam down zenith angles

Beelining on the painted men

Soaked in fire

The oscilloscoped cowls

Unerring in their selection

Probing with strobes

Evoking a response

Driving insomnia

Diving through a pall

Huddled against

Jet black amnia

Scent of blood in the water

Transmit in the waves

Tunnel past

The chum line

Closing on the prey

Both ends against the middle

At the top of the food chain

Your spears dipped in urine

To kill what we eat

One dead step back into gray

Narcolepsy frosted infra-red

In freshly napalmed wake

Absentee ratio churns

The hanged man's song fills in the blanks