Ryan Biracree

A Year In The Blast Of a Shotgun

Ryan Biracree


And while you stand and
Watch mays flowers
I have seen aprils showers
Come and wash all
Of junes blood away

Your eyes cloud
Your finger trembles
On the trigger of your shotgun
Like a firebrand in august
You find that you have shot one

Turning back you see
At last
Januarys torrid past
And octobers son sets
At noon

Decembers thaw
Thaws something in you
Did you think youd
See it in you?
Power to control novembers reign

Though your souls
Become shallow you have seen
Julys shadow
And gun in hand
You march off to the wilderness

And through septembers
Early leaves we can
See you through the trees
You lock and load
Through februarys dawning

And in that lonely shotgun blast
We can see
Seasons past
But this time
The blood wont wash away