Gun and Bone

We balance gun and bone,

talking free—, talking —dumb

 

the steel fights, the bone

lies quiet—

 

until the machine of cause rips us open

 

We are surprised.

 

We knew it all along:

 

Nothing else is bone but bone.

 

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Shelly Reed

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