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The Firing Squad
(dedicated to TP, LD, GP, AB, RU, JR)
by Amy Sciarretto
Six is nifty
on Sesame Street
but not when I meet
my firing squad
the naked, sacred
body
house
of my soul
looks down the barrels
eyes wide closed
8 boys, sawed off shotguns
cocked
me or the guns?
ready to rumble pillage my flesh
rape of skin, piece of the soul
full of bullet holes
ripping the muscle
penetration through the other side
riddled w/ bullet holes
I lie writing on the ground post morten muscle twitches
fuck my wounds
(dickhole)
replenish the earth
who landed the fatal blast?
every single last one of you.