a future Annie Oakley writes poetry while artillery sounds.

poetess or pianist, musicianess or

real honest. Pianista, senorita, she.

No sound, just verbs, please.

Funnels down with or out a company.

When the truth is poetry the story is me.

Unheard off, of, or on Radio silence.

Guns silence, veterans know.

Special education. Getting conjugated Getting learned Getting fixed. Getting ready for Gettysburg.

Being trained Being silenced Being silenced Being Hushed.

Bullets pass
Cannons blow
Pages turn.

“Turns out we’re at war. I’ll shoot back in the morning!”

Meanwhile, the sharpshooter pledged allegiance to a world who said “shh” “hush”

no, thank you.