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