Bullets for Sale

I heard a bullet go past my ear
Hot, fast, duck
Once an animal, now a survival trick
The soil, a canvas for lost souls
My heart, a drum, beating outside its orbit
Eyes everywhere
Paw! I was holding her hand and she’s been shot
Her hand’s in my hand,
Her body on the floor
Maybe I should surrender
Or run, and duck again
Or just run by crawling
If I die, I died surviving
From cowards with no guns
To cows for sacrifices
Maybe our blood will heal the land
Or curse it, and toss it towards more menace
I heard a bullet go past my ear
Hot, fast duck
Until I die, or live.

LARDO