Wandering Lead Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Wandering Lead



Wandering lead
Fills my belly
Shot out of a loaded
Pistol armed with
White ivory and
A pink slipping
Tongue.
 
No blood dribbles out of
The transparent
Wound but the hole is deep
And long.
No sheriff with Flea-bitten courage
Is enough to fill it full again.
 

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