new poem

God is a Gun

quiet as a tabletop photo op of
AR15’s, tricksters of silence
unloaded but for the surety of
memory’s forever- leaking veins
a fresh enterprise for public disgust 

ammo as far from Love as Amun Himself 
a Nile-born mirage of safety
perpetual the possibility despite precaution
of God like a gun aimed inward

why, when you agree to play the game
of Russian Roulette,
God insists its your turn first?

because God is the Gun

Well

You first