in and out through the wrong door

 
 
 
stop pretending,
 
we can never go
home again
 
Ursula Major  
breaks down
in tears
 
we are left
to our own
broken devices  
 
kill
time
 
kill them
softly
 
kill  
shot
 
falling into  
bullet  
holes
 
living poorly,
cowardice
 
dying well,
a lost art
 
so many
coffins
 
so few
resurrections
 
true bravery
 
as rare  
and
beautiful  
as
bismuth
crystal