slaughter

then

kick the bodies

go through clips

two seconds to reload

fuck em

they’re gooks

spics

ragheaded motherfuckin’

shit

like nothing

I’m too short

to give a pity’s damn

about what it means

I’ll think about it

when I get home

when I see you

who sent me there

slaughter

no gun control

over there

you want me not

to make a fuss

I’ll bet

you want no war

in your backyard

just over there

unseen unheard of

the millions

of dead

like nothing

like a big pile

of your shit

after you pig yourself

then you go vigil

go make more profit

go run for office

laugh smiling

your skull would fit

so right in that pile

two seconds to reload

slaughter

then maybe

you’ll care

but not enough

I’ll bet

to do it all over again

make me do it for you

I’d like for once

to make you do it

take you out

show you how

it’s done

kick the bodies

go through clips

til I’ve shot your load

of shit

and you’ll think twice

about smiling

saying yes

we need

to do something

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.