Bullet casingsA Poem by Maxwell RyderNov. 3, 2017
Our bullet casings
Will be here longer Than our bones; Our blood paints glyphs unto stone, Stick figures in Moses beards Hold machine guns, Herding humans To and fro, Fighting over lands Born under the Sun, Ground into dust, Till there isn’t even A messiah to come Or god to overthrow. © 2017 Maxwell Ryder |
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