Enough Bullets

Enough Bullets
“The moon rode in the sky – a hunted thing dodging behind wisps of tattered cloud, and the air was heavy and wet and redolent of dying leaves. (“The Refugee”)” ― Jane Rice

in times of war
no matter how little gas they had
or food or medical supplies,
they always had enough bullets.

beneath the moon –
the full moon or new moon
or crescent moon or half moon
they killed each other.

under this full October
hunters moon we kill each other
and this earth.
soon only the moon will remain
looking on in somber disregard.

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. jaerose37
    Oct 06, 2019 @ 10:08:05

    Such a huge sense of loss..Perhaps the moon will bring some hope..in time


  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Oct 06, 2019 @ 10:10:40

    Ooh, ‘sombre disregard’ is a striking phrase in this powerful piece.


  3. magicalmysticalteacher
    Oct 06, 2019 @ 10:50:41

    Oh, I truly hope that the moon won’t be the only thing that remains of this beloved Earth! Perhaps a few survivors with vision and tenacity will forge what Huxley called a Brave New World.


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