buried bullets

buried bullets

A Poem by alan peter kelly

guns 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