Hearing the Usual Reports
by Gary Hardaway
In its own defense
against what is too concrete
the mind allows a magical thought--
asking God-- who doesn't exist--
to nonetheless intercede
on the side of calm and mercy
which once again concedes
to the hard facts of rifle shells
and shockwaves filled with shrapnel.
Right on.
love the way the title works with this.
Ain't that the truth. *
Good one.*
A bit like searching for the perfect poem. The great carrot. Good piece, Gary. I like. *
Sounds like a conversation I had with someone recently...
Thanks, everyone, for your comments.
"asking God-- who doesn't exist--/to nonetheless intercede"
Sad how that works.*