I
will die in a hail of bullets
It’ll
happen lickety split
Because
the unconscious mind
Must
pay for the sins of the undead
Refusing
payment will only get you
In
a bigger mess because the horror is
Too
splendid to foretell and to absurd
To
relive
These
words are just words and still
They
will keep me dry and filled with possibility
Because
they come from someplace other
Than
this kingdom we could never quite accept as ours
I’ve
been a stray dog since before I was even born
My
mother’s favorite, I betrayed her for a father who only
Cared
about his own skin and never received his children
For
the blessing they are
Some
bloodbaths are communal, others only beget more violence
When
told guns don’t kill people, people kill people
Understand
the simplicity of these words and how ignorance
Can
just as easily be sprayed like bullets into a person’s flesh
The
darkness of night welcomes me like an angelic kiss
A
new morning spits me out like uncured meat
You
were always my first choice, even and especially when
You
hated me for the choices I refused to make
Charles Cicirella
4/3/18
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