OF BATS AND DRUNKS

Kell Robertson

kelltwo

Bats rattling
through the trees.
Vast clouds of them
in the dark.

We sit around
our small fire
drink whiskey
and tell stories
making ourselves
into legendary figures.

Jim says,
you can’t shoot a bat
in the air, says
they dodge the bullets.

We empty our pistols
into a cloud of bats
and
next morning find
no dead bats.

But there’s a drop of blood
on a rock. I suppose we
hit something
in the air maybe
that’s what heros are

Drunken fools blasting away
at bats in the darkness,
a drop of blood
fading away on a stone.

Advertisements

One thought on “OF BATS AND DRUNKS

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s