Measuring the distance, accounting for wind direction and speed,
He set his cap for perfection, but consoled himself with need.
The targets seemed to waver, concentric circles in the sun,
His aim was true, calibrations right, as he exhaled and shot the gun.
Shocked silence followed sharp reports as bodies began to fall,
He could not reclaim the bullets, nor could the lives lost be recalled.
But the dream played out, his rights upheld to own a deadly weapon
While widows wept and clasped their children, bereft without exception.
Tag: shooting
Again, Dammit
Again Americans
mourn the deaths of
those lost to
gun violence.
Again politicians
offer their thoughts
and prayers and
meaningless
platitudes
whilst simultaneously
pocketing what can only be
described as
blood money
courtesy of the
National Rifle
Association.
Again mothers mourn
the loss of children
and children mourn
the loss of parents
while those
lacking in
humanity worry that
Obama’s gonna
confiscate their
fucking
guns.
Don’t talk to
me of prayers on
one hand
and praise
guns on the
other.
Your hypocrisy
is exceeded
only by your
utter lack of
compassion.
BBs and Grandsons
some days are
for relaxing
for doing nothing
at all except
maybe climbing
skinny trees
and shooting
bottles with
a pump action bb
gun, making up
rules as we go
along, like
every time we
shoot, but miss,
we get to take
one giant step
forward, but if
we hit the target,
(an empty creme soda
bottle) we have to
walk backwards two
baby steps and
continue shooting
until the bottle
is decimated.
sometimes we have
to dig holes whilst
waiting on an adult
to drink another
bottle of soda for
the next go round.
Sometimes Pain
pain is now televised
pundits ponder the
circumstances
terrorist ties?
white male loner?
more gun regulations?
fewer gun restrictions?
does any of that matter anymore?
have we accepted this as the
usual business?
sometimes pain
overrides the well-worn
patterns,
overcomes the malaise.
i find curses slipping from my lips like wine from a carafe:
emboldened red,
dizzying,
potent.
but please,
don’t show me
i’m all pained out,
the story remains
the same.
Praying for Eyebrowz 