Day 5 of 30

GUN BABY

(for the kids in Parkland and everywhere else, who have had enough)

on a sweaty night

one void of romance or tenderness

or human compassion a night of

hate making fear making

tongues vaccumed to the backs

of throats raw with carnality

mouths hollowed empty hallways

sweet nothing-less

sour and silent

a baby is conceived

and after a few minutes

just a few moments comes

journeying a short distance

tearing from a urethra

all springs and steel and grip

pat it on its back to make

sure it’s alive

warm it with your palms

and marvel at its glint

whisper to it what it will

be when it grows up

big and strong and powerful

and aimed at greatness

put it to your breast but

be careful of its suckling

it teethes early

feed it and feed it and feed it

feed it until it’s full

feed it and be proud

of your fat rambunctious baby

your offspring with no off switch

your mirror

whose mess you will never

be able to clean up