by Rick Lupert
I’d like to load poems into
all the guns instead of
the death they usually put in there.
Let the words clog up the
inner workings. Let a stanza
wrap itself around the trigger.
Let a dozen traditional haiku
take residence in the barrel.
I’d like to load poems into all the guns
and then still never fire them.
Let them linger in there
until the metal rusts it all away
and all that’s left is living people
From the PDF ebook Poems into Guns, Van Nuys, California: Ain't Got No Press, 2018.