I'm at the firing range using assassination weapons for fun heaven is: ready to Die ready to Play I feel God hide in the bushes a-predator but I have also learned female strategies Come God... Come closer... I'm defenseless
A red bird flying so slow makes me paranoid A red bird so slow, unrecognizable as dream beings capturing [ attention ] for a trap— an eagle cry I turn as { it { stop { glides { as if taloning prey— I've never felt so ignorant, like a man oblivious of woman seductions Orni -to - man -cy (see) meaning always fleeing like a hare down the road Poet run after the teporingo down the road l l l o=
Two eagles spiral til they overlap above the firing range { { . Shots- - - - - - - hawks cry to each other Sight circles target until they're one @ - bullet as a union A gun points at me I see the new moon at the end of the barrel O
What can a poet do with a gun? Unite two things unlikely What can a politician do with a poem? Genocide What can the dead do with politics? Keep silence What can silence do with a poet?
Benno! Great poem, but your shooting is shit :) you gotta tighten up that pattern, get a closer grouping, and eliminate those strays.
:) I used to do some competitive shooting.
Benno! I've never shot a gun before, I can only imagine the feel.
I liked, "but I have also learned / female strategies" and later on, "I've never felt so ignorant, / like a man oblivious / of woman seductions." because it tied in the feminine to a symbol so often attributed to the masculine. The dualistic nature of the gun is fascinating.
Then, I really liked, the questions at the end. Although a politician has the power to do genocide the poem needs to be created first.
Hope all is good!