double barrel buckshot

double barrel buckshot

A Poem by Este

cold       hot

steel.     sun.

uneasy   angry

twitchy  feelings

finger.   linger.

 

sweat drips, eyes burn

rope rips, stomach churns

hands drawn, mouths cry

hope is gone, someone dies.

 

d    b

o    a

u    r

b    r

l     e

e    l

buckshot

© 2008 Este


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