bang: a quadrille

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walking bones and flesh
talking nerves
cartilages

machinery – dark inside –
yet summer warm

with heart as sun

i wonder those with
long long guns

as they fire
bang

see blood and brain
splattered

who is the god
who honors

what their masked lips
prayed?

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08.20.2021
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For dVerse: Quadrille #134: We {heart} poems – De’s word for us today is “heart”

This poem was intended to be bright as a happy heartbeat. And then bang.



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55 thoughts on “bang: a quadrille”

  15. R.W.,
    Your words pack a punch. The images of “talking nerves,” “masked lips,” “blood and brain,” overwhelm the final mocking indictment. It’s after all no “god” but themselves and others of their ilk they serve.
    pax,
    dora

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