The Guns

Then suddenly BAM!
like a hammer striking
a bug. A metal fork
beating a drum, electricity
sizzling through bone.

Let's look at some hard evidence-

black burnt lines on wood,
jagged scars on the cloistered
red blood-pump, dark circling
birds in the nightsky.

Are they falling or rising?

Will they survive their velocity?
And so it happens so quickly, kills
quickly, hidden by clothes or earth
or time. BAM! BAM! BAM! goes the guns.