In the dusk of Sikasso, where the sun melts, rather than sets
there may have been three
There were certainly at least two, for one took from a
fold of cloth (un-ascertainably, but predictably, a pocket)
or other hiding space, a small caliber firearm and
with great precision, perforated the skull, heart, and left
kneecap of the other (in reverse order)
Investigations indicate that, though the setting was pastoral,
the crime was urban in origin, a dispute regarding
certain substances to be distributed in a proximate
city
The bullets were recovered. Interestingly, they
The bullets were recovered, deformed by their pilgrimage through
the bullets perforated the body with prejudice, but
we say there may have been three
what of the third? if we talked of him we would be merely telling stories
2 comments:
did not like so much. perhaps we'll go over these together sometime. poem date?
I really really like this poem. The fourth stanza is really powerful, and reminds me of reading dense paragraphs in a newspaper, accidentally reading the same line over and over again, your eyes betraying you, muddling the text.
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