Civilian

The largest stock of armaments allows me

A reason not to kill.

Defense Department does the blasting for me

As soundly as I will.

Indeed, can cover a much wider area

Than I will ever score

With a single rifle sent me on approval

From a Sears Roebuck store.

Only the psycho, meaning sick in spirit,

Would aim his personal shot

At anybody; he is sick in spirit

As I am not.

EDGE

Still early morning, the wind's edge

Catches in veins the edges that stick in them;

Thorny friends, burrs of confusion,

Pressures of office that take a rhomboid wrench

Through every breath. I would, I say

To the genie that lives in the long lamp of hope,

Have them all rounded, is that not possible?

All edges rounded till they will bubble

Easily together? Slowly the sun,

Rising up over the roofs and trees,

Brings another way beyond my wish.