Bullets Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Have we fired all the bullets?
Has every shell clattered down?
Tell me what remnant is in the calm
Where heavy breathing resounds.
Hammers click echoes
Through emptied smokey chambers.
While gripping souls let go,
Of the bodies they endangered.
Wrecked piles of writhing mass,
With a human form no more.
Pop to see who stands last,
Until the casings hit the floor.

Hit the basics in the basest of forms
While the bass hits in showers and storms.
Fear facing the casings still warm
Mind racing to times I was warned.

Nude perversion in words and on page,
Taste aversion diverting perceptions unstaged.
Contract and redact didactic memory haze.
Step to the street and disapear for days.
Lost.
But the memories blaze.
Run.
A poluted people maze.

Hit the basics in the basest of forms
While the bass hits in showers and storms.
Fear facing the casings still warm
Mind racing to times I was warned.

Warned not to partake of these fruits,
False promises posing as truths.
Boys acting like militant troops,
But all of this time they've been duped.