people are fatal.
they hold guns.
they cradle guns.
they become trapped
in cowboy images
wrapped up in a time
unlike our own.
they fit every round
in the clip
and secure it
into the weapon.
they become bound
by the idea
that they are not fatal.
they are impartial to
intention.
the trigger is cold.
the flash is bright.
under it all
there is only death.
people in other countries
do not have access to guns.
they stab
with the knife,
they slash
with the ax.
they blow each other
up
with bombs
and yet the war goes on.
that's why we should
all move
to the moon where
there aren't weapons yet.
maybe we can have a few minutes
before someone
starts throwing stones.
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