Bang Bang (for Karen)
Her poem punched holes in the blind-eyed walls,
made beats with her teeth
and bullets with her tongue.
Bang bang went her gun
made of eloquent rage
as she kicked out ire on a war-torn page.
She drank deep of electricity,
there is no mediocrity in her world's eye.
Now her fire feeds mine
and our minds come alive
and we rise like lions after slumber.
(written for Karen Ankers, after reading this magnificent poem by her https://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=68023)