Gunshots

February 20, 2018

 

The gun points indiscriminately
stuttering a spattering
the arrhythmic heart mistakes
for percussion, inharmonious
background music someone
instinctively records, punctuation
in the modern composition
of American life. The blood
flows beyond consideration.

 


Vera Ignatowitsch is addicted to poetry, raspberries, and the occasional good scotch. Her poems have been published in anthologies, The Lyric, San Pedro River Review, Peacock Journal, The American Journal of Poetry, and Poets Reading the News. She is Managing Editor of Better Than Starbucks Poetry Magazine.

Photo by David Menidrey.

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