Urgent and violent
like red lights and sirens
with a hesitation
sickly reminiscent of mortality
because-
we know
this is our last-chance-to-do-something-
beautiful,
before the bullets bring us down
and the dust settles-
before you
hand me that shotgun
to light your cigarette-
to burn this place
to the ground.
Oh wow this is really really cool and powerful visually. Love it!
ReplyDeleteNice one! You hammered it! As in: Put that box in the hole and hand me a shovel, boys! Our work here is finished!
ReplyDeleteA sharp poem
ReplyDeleteI like this. It has a, sing like no one is listening attitude.
ReplyDeletetragic, but nicely written.... :)
ReplyDeleteGreat works.