buried bulletsA Poem by alan peter kellyguns are buried in history dirt. secreted bullets in bodies best left where they rest. sit / watch / muse in rocking chair on porch and keep cards close as secretions up the sleeve
yet
and still
this heart is there for most to mock and should you choose the past to wake im sure it can facilitate
but
(for now)
the guns sleep easy in history dirt. secreted bullets in bodies best left to interment. © 2010 alan peter kelly |
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Added on August 10, 2009 Last Updated on August 15, 2010 Author
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