You let us chew on bones in front of you, and you pet us and say, you too, can have your day.

I just wrote a poem. This isn't it.

We need to turn over and over this block of lead, they said.
Put it in my stomach, she said.

Oops

Arizona Shootings, Aflockalypse

I came back from seven days of internet semi-isolation and found out in two breaths about Sarah Palin's gun crosshair's on Arizona Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords's head and about the birds and the fish dying en mass. In that moment, I thought about how natural it would be for zombies to start breaking though the windows, for surely, the apocalypse could not far behind this kind of chaos.

Instinctively, Sarah Palin's targeting portrayed itself as an action commonly utilized by terrorist groups. I drove myself crazy thinking about how she got away with it, or what exclusive group of people this projection was accessible to, until I read some articles, such as this one She tells everybody. She posts it on Facebook. She thrives through these terrorist tactics. And lookie here, her ideal dreams have become a tough reality.
Now what, numbskulls?
Some of the other politicians might want to stop making campaign videos firing off rounds, or inviting voters to shoot automatic weapons with him to symbolize assault on opponents' campaigns, or (for heaven's sake, why?) allowing state residents to carry guns in bars without permits.

P.S. They say the mass animal death is natural and recurring. I've calmed down and for the moment have stopped thinking about UFOs and drowning via garbage (I sometimes imagine myself swimming in a gigantic garbage dump, from which I am rescued from, only to realize that I keep drowning in the toxic air while I burn from UV light).