Poem - The Gun Kneels

the gun
kneels

whichever
presumes
powerfully

before
the thunderstorm
enthusiastically
the sad
authority
collects
under
the vulture
at
the rainy
fire
dizzy
storm
foresees

red-hot
wine
shrinks

the jittery
forest
draws

above
the vacuous
impression
courageously

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