melt the guns

the still of the night was split
by the sound of a gun
spilling its violence
into the darkness

the lightning and thunder
followed by a rainstorm
of blood
on the sidewalk

was it a traffic stop gone wrong?
was it revenge for a broken heart?
was it the demarcation of territorial lines?

was it toxic masculinity exerting its existence,
saying “i’m here, i matter, i’m angry, i’m sad”
in the only words it thinks it has?

it was big men with guns
pouring out their entitlement
in pellets of cold steel

and when a mother holds their lifeless child
the whys and whos blur into numbness

but cancer will not heal itself

— Clio 04.12.21

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.