On My Father Awakening Shouting

But can I shoot away that doubt, Demobilize the enemy, distending lead To prove the punch behind my hollow point, Confirming with the bang the wavering good? But can I escape, can I escape The very palpable recoil of such a hit, The question magnified behind the scope As I dismantle my own man? The hurt That heals in daylight gapes in dreams. No gun kills as surely as it seems.

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