The Rifling (a poem)

Wednesday, April 16, 2025

the velocity,
the turn—
a turnstile of power
shot from a spring.

coil memory,
groove-etched prayer,
screaming spirals
toward impact.

a league, supersonic,
legion of doom
down to the wire.
triggerlines burn—
fuse-spit choir.

line pure,
line of sight,
lines and fights—
scripted trajectories
in sacrificial light.

the propellant,
the powered,
trajectory from ground zero—
to survive everything,
and be pushed
along with fiery resistance.

the river stone,
slung with slash and sling—
the loaded faith
shreds the giant,
cuts ’em down.

the Outcourt,
the tracks,
the bullet train,
and the trip
across the gap—
sabotage disguised
as pilgrimage.

a stopping power
to put tyrant codes out,
to transmit meaning,
and refuse
to be machined.