
The Sky Falls in Bullets
On March 15th 2019, a white supremacist shot 51 people in a terrorist attack during Friday prayers in Christchurch, New Zealand.
I.
I left home and surrendered my body to the rain
My calves were realized wet in silly lakes
The sky pulled my face apart and received a smile
The day pulled no pain out of me
II.
a man walks into a mosque so only he can walk out
everybody else runs? you laugh. you’re correct.
a man gives you a tutorial of the fps game.
III.
The water passed and returned thrice and then
somewhere in this room a man entered as we fell
in prayer to our knees The man entered as we fell
to our ends Blood laking beneath our hands
IV.
a man gives you a gun.
everybody else runs? you laugh. you’re correct.
a man walks into a mosque so only he can walk out.
V.
bang-bang.
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bang-bang- bang-bang- bang-bang-bang-bang- bang-bang-bang-bang-
bang-bang-bang-bang- bang-bang-bang-bang-
bang-bang-bang-bang- bang-bang-bang-bang-
bang-bang-bang-bang-
bang-bang- you win!
VI.
My many bodies surrendered to the darkest cold
The air refused our lungs
VII.
how many kills? not enough but
congratulations. play again? click yes
you look like him.
VIII.
My heart fell into the lake
My hearts fell into the lake and were cleansed
and rivered to the end of the sky
I wanted to pull them out
IX.
you’ve watched every tutorial. you want nothing more than
to go viral. you gather your guns. you know
your enemies. tomorrow is the day
X.
My hands were wet and shaking like a storm
The sky pulled apart fate and purified the pain
XI.
the game will love you. you’ll have enough subscribers to win
every plaque: silver, gold, copper. you’ll bite it
and lick it because you love love the taste of it.
the screen goes red, now black.
XII.
Someone in the sky with wrinkled hands
summons all fifty-one hearts at once
and each is clayless and shadowless
and as still as air