American Bullets By Eric Allen Yankee

American Bullets

Is it a system?
Is it a revision of bodies?

It puts men in suits
Briefcases weighed
Down by respirators
You’re gonna need that
At the board of trade, son

Lay down on the plastic sheeting
Just a little cut in your welfare
A small slice
Let your blood spill
Your killers Blame the other guy
You know
Your killers Blame the other countries
You know
American bullets fall
In the shade of the cross,

Right…?

Just a small slice
Roll up the sheets
We wouldn’t want
Anyone to see the picture
Painted by the blood
On our very own sidewalk

They just say the poor
Need an exorcism
But Congress can’t afford
The pea soup


By Eric Allen Yankee

Biography:

Eric Allen Yankee is a member of the Revolutionary Poets Brigade of Chicago. His work appears in The People’s Tribune, Calamus Journal, Five 2 One Magazine, RISE (2017 Vagabond Books), Overthrowing Capitalism Volume 2 & 3, The Good Men Project, and others. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He is the author of RIOT (2017 Finishing Line Press), American Bullet (2017 Atomic Theory), and Bees Against the War (2017 Locofo Chapbooks).

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