Pull the trigger.
I lie in the darkness
Marveling at my simple starkness
My body is steel and lead
My purpose is to bring some red
I am a tool or war
My role: into enemies bore
But I am not just a thing
Even though I fly without a wing
My master picks me up and slots me in
I am squashed against more of my kin
He raises the weapon and aims it true
Will I reduce the population by one or two?
Or will I take the life of a pondering doe?
Perhaps I’ll accidentally take off my master’s toe?
He fires, and I feel my brethren shake
What chaos into the world did he make
Again and again the gunshot rings out
Soon it’ll be me in that cold metallic snout
I am risen by the spring of war tender
Know now that I’m no world-ender
I desire neither blood nor gore
And would be happy to be used no more
But I am a thing to be used
And I am a thing to be abused
When will it end?
To heaven will I someone send?
I feel the building sternward flame
I’m just like my brothers, all the same
Impact, I hurtle into the air
Oh how I wish I was a signal flare
Let no one be in my way I pray
Know that in this murder I had no say
Alas, I have struck true and firm
I didn’t even feel my victim squirm
And through I go, to the other side
I guess the poor soul wasn’t very wide
But this is odd, this is strange
I don’t feel like I at all did change
“Nice shot!” I hear, loud and clear
Hmmm, that sounded rather near
“That hit the centre spot!” he calls again
Perhaps indeed I have not slain?
Yes, that’s it, I do believe!
On this day I’ll cause none to grieve
At first I thought this all too strange
But now I know I’m in a shooting range!
Thank you for listening.