Gun

The fingered halo,

Punctuated by flesh-tension.

Powder-stunk fingernails.

Built-for-dead ball bearings

Gripped

In aching slumber:

A prison cell of imminent ejection.

Spread flash, smoke.

 

Frontline.

Sharing the

Artery-field.

Reinforcement cache are

Cowards.

 

Shot patriots: the bold,

The brave and black.

Shot heathens: a flag of circled stars.

Shot religions and this nation’s

Forefathers: their very ghosts;

Tell me which one bled the most.

-B.W. Gladney

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