Background Check (or This Poem is the Gun) – shaped version

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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