untitled (20180217)

we couldn’t pull the trigger fast enough
there wasn’t enough gunpowder
to push the bullet down the barrel

simply not enough lead in the planet’s core
to melt and pour into shiny slugs

this is not a protest poem

you can’t protest an entire species’
unrelenting stampede toward the edge of a cliff

if the meek do inherit the earth it will be because
they’re wearing bullet-proof vests and gas masks
living like moles in the earth where the lead used to be

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