Daniel Wilcox

Shell Casings
 

Oh
"Love and forgive"—
Out-worded mouthings,
Spoken platitudes of artifice,
Only discarded words—
Empty shell casings;
 
Now
More verbs eject from the barrel
Of the battering rifle
As steeled bullets
Fell god's enemies who return
The religious favor;
 
Yes
Turn the other teeth,
In the snarl of the Sermon
On the Mounted gun,
Revenge by silencer,
But even the scorched stones
Cry out against
The barrel of the juster
Jest of the god-blessed—
Ritual fount of all
Red-tided history.

Daniel Wilcox © 2007