So I Feel Every Bullet

So I Feel Every Bullet
© Surazeus
2019 03 13

The bones of people killed by men with guns 
rise up from mud of Earth and walk at dawn, 
crowding city streets with clack of their pain 
to wash our tears away in flashing rain 
so I feel every bullet blow my mind. 

The little girl lost in vast maze of fear 
appears before me with flowers in her hands 
then wild sea wind blows melodies of hope 
to whistle through frail cracked skull of her soul 
so I feel every bullet blow my mind. 

She reaches bone-sharp fingers in my breast 
to clutch tight wild beating wings of my heart 
and twists it from tendons of my rib cage 
then sets my soul free to soar among clouds 
so I feel every bullet blow my mind. 

I see them all around me on sea shore, 
bones of their sorrow glowing in moonlight, 
then I become breath of souls killed by guns 
who haunt my life in every open door 
so I feel every bullet blow my mind.