How To Be A Good Terrorist Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I'm buying two revolvers.
I like them silver-plated
with a long barrel
the way I remember they were
in cowboy movies of the mid-fifties

when all he-men spoke French
on a Moroccan cinemascope screen.
I'll run up the steps and stand in front
of the super wide screen
and in the darkened hall I'll burst

in laugher like a madman while shooting
from my six-shooters ice cream bullets
at the audience so they won't show
any recognizable striations
during later forensics