I presumed, that when metal

ZOOM!

Past through a barrel

It would hit someone_

it's familiar with

The ground

to be stained

from the punctured wound_

of its intended target

As they bleed,

begging for mercy

“The enemy”, I persumed

But enemy of whom

Who's perspective must I respect

to draw more breath_

here, alive

To have a celebratory death

In bed

held by the ones I love

A casket held open

for those left to mourn me

My mother said

It was the tounge that could manifest

power

then any Mac 11

She prayed for me

Her hands pressed harder

than anyone I knew

Even in the mass

that had

pews shoot past window sills,

still she prayed

She prays

the day doesn’t come

Were my hands press against

my own punctured body

She prays

The only flash I see

is on a celebratory day

Perhaps a wedding

She prays

Im not the one with the holster

Thumbing through emotions

That shes close to know if I was

That I’d listen to her

That I could see her through a barrels smoke

That the only squeeze these hands have known

Are Sunday mornings

her having to drag me to mass

the ones were pews

stay unmoving_

in-front of the cross

She prays for me

For us all

She prays