ITS ALRIGHT MA, ITS ONLY SUNDAY

into the quietest of rooms
comes the loudest of guns

ricocheting
off
the 
plasma screen
bubbling in near silence
inoffensive
and
unwatched

the
flat crack echo of a late starters pistol
the
rumble thunder of the cannons of age
and
the
THWOCK
and
POP
of the suppressed assassins pistol
right behind you
as
the
mid afternoon sun
falls
down
the
sky