Here, Bullet by Brian Turner

[kissingdaylight.livejournal.com]

I read this is today's Washington Post with the note "A poem currently being passed around among American soldiers in Iraq."


Here, Bullet
If a body is what you want,
then here is bone and gristle and flesh.
Here is the clavicle-snapped wish,
the aorta's opened valves, the leap
thought makes at the synaptic gap.
Here is the adrenaline rush you crave,
that inexorable flight, that insane puncture
into heat and blood. And I dare you to finish
what you've started. Because here, Bullet,
here is where I complete the word you bring
hissing through the air, here is where I moan
the barrel's cold esophagus, triggering
my tongue's explosives for the rifling I have
inside of me, each twist of the round
spun deeper, because here, Bullet,
here is where the world ends, every time.
        --Brian Turner


I'm encouraging a discussion of this poem over at my journal - if anyone would like to leave their thoughts.

Comments

[kissingdaylight.livejournal.com]

Yes, thank you for that.