Revolver
Your breath shakes rose
petal wounds, your wood leg
ineptly strums pain
in oarless raft riding wave crest
you’re abandoned
to peace, its stillness
Fire the revolver, let its mythic magic
give your day rightful worth
One leg dropped in camel shit
your hand strokes the revolver
finger hugs the trigger
futile divine apparition
you’re left alone to peace on
curb of stillness
Fire the revolver let its mythic magic
gift your day with promised worth
Libros Libertad 