A little something I rediscovered while editing my field notes. A curiosity for your edification and rumination. Not sure about the delight.
BULLET AND TARGET
The heart stares down
a blue steel barrel
Gleam of hollow tips
Tracking the beating core
lonely chamber now empty
Echoes of the bang
claw at the sides
before the mind
pulls the trigger
The heart stares down
the barrel of the gun
firing from a mouth
once sacred, holy,
vivifying and precious
Now targeting, tracking
flechette rounds of words
ripping air asunder
to lodge in the soul
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