image credit: DHBogucki 2018

Buy More Bullets

Thunder in the background of a long day.
Organized consuming an everyday expectation.
Flood stage cannot dissuade tourists and townies.
Streams of boxes crest the flowing carts.
Buckets fall to collect the blood of children.
Corpses soak into the landscape of the evening news.
Dotting glasses until it is too hard to view
our daily bread of carnage and forgetfulness.
Turn again from the thunderclap, saving the other cheek.

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