Bang bang

I have surrendered 
one cupboard already, 
and the calendar says today 
is the mexican  
Day of the Dead, 
which lends  
a little colour 
to this dull november 
morning.  

in my kitchen 
I drink black coffee 
and listen to the sound, 
like sand falling, 
as unseen 
the ants 
busy themselves 
with breadcrumbs 
and argue over space.  

I sit 
facing the cupboard 
with a squirtgun full of poison, 
pointed  
at the crack  
between the wood and the wall. it’s yellow 
and they show up well against it –  
any interlopers 
who don’t respect 
our treaty. bang bang, 
I imagine, 
squeezing the trigger 
and posing in showdown.  

I am, 
I think, 
a peaceful man – don’t even 
eat beef  
if I can help it. but this – here.  
this is the line 
where yours 
becomes mine. I’ve given you 
so much. bang  
bang. they fall 
like black snowflakes. 

jesus –  
if I was american 
I’d probably be one of those  
fuckers. 

– DS Maolalaí

 

DS Maolalai is a poet from Ireland who has been writing and publishing poetry for almost 10 years. His first collection, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden, was published in 2016 by the Encircle Press, with “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” forthcoming from Turas Press in 2019. He has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize.

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