Background Check (or This Poem is the Gun)

These words are the bullets.

(Count ‘em, they number forty-nine.)

This poem is the gun.

But in whose mouth, yours or mine?

 

And if to read it is to shoot it,

then which of us pulled the trigger,

and whose brains were just blown out

in redly shining vigour?

 

 

 

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