Head Shot


This is a dream, so it begins with
betrayal, denunciation,
the usual posthumous tears.

Imagine:
The laws of physics
twitching and haemorrhaging. I, alone, cradle and cling,
awash in arterial blood, awash in seeping dark, in distant,
idiot gibberish, awash in snowy silence;
in the bitter failure of an imperfect faith.
I, alone, distill a kind of comfort from a parabolic arc, from
the fading image of an apple, pierced. I have known
the warmth of happiness--never in this place.

The laws of physics wear my ashen face.
I am naked, ridiculous, already cold. A bullet
accelerates, undetected, warming the barrel of a gun.



JDP 97/10


Copyright John D Porter © 1997



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