I was shot into this world like a crazy
Pinging and zinging off the solid metal
Piercing and punching through
the flesh of the ones in solitude
who never knew me as I sped on,
cutting them in two, blood spilling,
entrails trailing on gleaming metal
warped by sinew and bone
for even a bullet can’t go unscathed
as it passes through you, you, and you.
Gravity is taking me, braking me
pulling me down….
The curve of the Earth is finally coming to meet
me on this hallowed muddy blue ball of a ground
where I’ll be littered in with all the rest
that never found the target of their
Piles and piles of metal collect
in a mountain too high to climb.
Shit, I wasn’t hoping for the bullseye
Just a piece, the very edge…
to clip it,
to show em all I could
fly fairly straight
even if fired from a gun
by an unsteady hand.
by Philip Wardlow 2017