A Toy Gun, with Real Bullets

By Robert Witmer
Tokyo, Japan

new music
a catatonic scale
for the poet’s requiem

we are but clouds
of cosmic dust
collapsing in a dream

apples sweeten
in the shadows
hungry birds

dark secrets
from a broken heart
arctic waters warm

water
into wine
resource wars

the courthouse
in the pawnshop window
antique scales

haves
and halve nots
taking the last peace

vacuum sealed
the totalitarian minds
of mixed nuts

fanning himself
with a meat cleaver
the butcher sighs

a thin rat
over broken glass
moonlight in a slum

rain
a gravedigger’s fingers
flipping a coin

gravestones
huddle in spring grass
a church bell
without a tongue

waves leapfrog
the ripping tide
empty pews

dream songs
in night’s chamber
pot

our eyes
glazed donuts
sweetening the whole

each pledge
a bullet whistling
hand over heart
to stop the blood

polished buttons reflect
a make believe sun
ashes remembering books

worn hands
scouring pots
the cold pipes cough

wind-up toy
the high-pitched whine
in war’s broken hands

First Published: Lothlorien Poetry Journal, December 2023

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