What little’s left,
we learned
to clean with our guns
and our mouths.
We hit the target
of our own design.
But when I ask
what’s next, nobody
steps up, head cocked
for a space of breath.
What little’s left,
we learned
to clean with our guns
and our mouths.
We hit the target
of our own design.
But when I ask
what’s next, nobody
steps up, head cocked
for a space of breath.