Tankas Of The Men With Guns

For Minnesota. Wobbly tankas for steadfast activists

Accessed from Unsplash: sunset image of Minneapolis showing light streaming between clouds,towered buildings, river with aqueduct and bridges

Cloth holes are their eyes.
They see through easily to
shoot. They see masks not
faces, skin a demon’s ruse,
pretending to be human.

Fears and tears, traitors
shapeshift; only bullets pin
them to reality’s white heat.
Gun is correct is
good gut on speed dial with God.

Truth, justice, law, all, all, all
their cameras lie:
they were never driving off,
these trick birds of prey,
who peck out America’s heart,

with their bent protest songlines,
ancient devil hate,
staged innocence. They’re not fooled
by imitations
of respect for stars and stripes

of care for people under
one sky. Lie on, they’re
the victims here and only guns
shove silk satanic
pleas down into righteous dust,