ANXIETY OF A WEAPON MALFUNCTION
The world rattles, kevlar hops.
A.K.s crackle with star bursting muzzle flash.
Piff, piff, pop, pop.
Cover-fire! Cover-fire!
Drop magazine, lock, load.
Pop, pop, pop, snap.
Cover-fire! Cover-fire!
Shift positions, scan sectors.
Snap,,snap, snap.
Misfire! Misfire!
Slap pull observe release tap squeeze.
Slap pull observe release squeeze.
Slap pull release squeeze!
Slap squeeze!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
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GARETT REPPENHAGEN
Operation First Casualty, Performance Art |
GHOST LIMB
My open palm searched for the missing guard,
and in my weariness attempted to curl around it.
The other hand dreamed of the grip it once supported.
My cheek yearned for the stock it rested upon.
My nose reached for the charging handle,
that once set my consistent sight picture.
My eyes scan for the front sight post,
invisible now before my target.
All awhile my finger readies to kill again.
Oh the comfortable caress of my cradle rifle.
Some amputees say they can still feel their missing limbs.
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