Laser eyes, they report, and iron jaw,
Send them into a quivering silence
Propelled from his heated glare like
That silver line expanding in escape.
Tampered words disclosed unknowing
Show her voice doctored by a prescription
Boiling down the quicksilver of her song,
Displacing it with a shock of lead.
I see both ways, good and bad, as do they
Where they run from both like mercury
Fearful of the wrong dangers
Unaware that hot air always rises.