Bullet

[Benjamin]

Like light from a distant star

That twinkles through all distortions

I'll find my way to you in deadly truth

For people like to shoot guns

Spray salvoes in the air for joy

 

Poke weapons over parapets

Or snipe from hiding for a kill--

 

But my stateless friends and I

Laugh at your make believe

Of win and lose--

At mortgaged froth

And perceptions of security--

 

Create a harsh reality

To swamp the world at any given time

 

For your taxes finance me

And when I'm spent

My deadliness lives on

To manifest in silent ghosts

That haunt the goodness in humanity

[Tinker]

Geoff, This is a pretty powerful statement without the hysteria that often accompanies this theme. Just chilling realism from a unique perspective. Good writing.

 

~~Think

[dcmarti1]

Tink is correct: chilling.

[Benjamin]

A reminder perhaps that we cannot escape reality however safe and insulated we may feel.

[David W. Parsley]

Hi Geoff,

I particularly like the binding of the poem's early and late stages with the inexorable claim of "deadly truth":

 

...
I'll find my way to you in deadly truth

​...
My deadliness lives on
To manifest in silent ghosts
That haunt the goodness in humanity

 

Nice!

- Dave