Weapons

photo credit: After the War via photopin (license)

I’m in between the devil and drowning
Is what I mean.
Between the cock of the trigger
And the bullet spiralling onward
In murderous flight.
Waiting, silently hating
This terminal entropy.
I’d scream out my frustration
But who would hear
When the whole world is busy
Screaming at me.
Waving pistols, swords in the air,
Revving their internal combustion engines
In unison, this angelic chorus
Speeding on to damnation
Foot pressed hard to the floor.

© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally published 6 June 2016