The Common Wealth, Cash and Carry
       

Everyone                 sells out. Someone somewhere
        is shilling. Ammunition
sells like water

falls—careens like a creek flows.
Never straight.                 See? bullets
ricochet                 homebound.

                In the streets, a wealth of wellarmed
children fills our shoes.

Marksmen. Listen!
our moonlight serenade—
the howl of coyotes.

Auctioned, we are fat now,
content, with our pistols cocked.

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Copyright © 2017 Nancy Chen Long All rights reserved
from Light Into Bodies
The University of Tampa Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission