dead centered [winchester] - original poem

dead centered [winchester]

dodging little

beady Bucky balls

of molten steel

enchanted with curses to kill

oh Sarah

oh Sarah

your Winchester shotguns

have tempted man's will

and plagued him

with familiar congruences

and temptations of evil

your padded segregated halls

house the souls of the dead

tormented in servitude

blinded by fluorescent lights

flickering on white sheets

oh Sarah

oh Sarah

your intentions of repeating arms

have left hearts bloodless

without a synchronous beat

soul lacking a willing hand

or a guiding thumb

for proper palpitations

yet there you sit

with your fiends foes and kin

at the cluttered séance table

right at midnight

but right at two

the spells with call to you

near a drop of doom

and a secret passageway

latched, sealed shut

with no way back home

your little shotguns

have tempted men

with the urge to kill

yet only crying alone

behind locked doors

and portals closed

with brimstone and hexes

grinning silently

in self dense

dead centered

in the middle

of the fluorescent

organed target

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