my god what is that sound
we’re being bombed!
no time, no time! to the guns!
where should I point?
up up up at the moon for all I care just point and
fire and fire and fire and fire
until the stars themselves regret casting their light so forcefully upon our freedom!
i don’t see any flashes of light.
but don’t you hear the roaring of death? don’t you hear the screams of all of your friends? don’t you hear the grinding of the enemy?
oh I hear some things i suppose but see nothing but the quiet wind.
what are you, eyes? fire fire fire!
feel the flame and smell the track of the bullets
as they whiz by the clouds.
I believe I will just sit quietly until your tongue dries up.