I am Sarin, anonymous as air;
I creep invisible through the door.
On the battlefield I even the score.
I work best with breath to take my share
Of bodies unknowing that I am there.
My life is unmanageable as war
Though your conventions affirm: “Nevermore.”
Beware. I am the vapor of despair.
I serve men without conscience who use fear
To deliver their cold message of hate.
I am brewed with chemicals for your death.
I ride the red line to a city near
You, when the theater for terror and fate
Frees me to act on the audience’s breath.