Wondering Aloud While Cleaning My Gun Poem by Bryan Corbett
Wondering Aloud While Cleaning My Gun
they say
life is hard, and
death is easy
but at the moment
while cleaning my gun
and wondering
aloud
while you read
quietly
it occurs to me
that in the crossing over
from one to the other
from life to death
from now 'til then
amen
is quite a commitment
and seems to me to be
easier than living, and
harder than dying.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
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