ASSURED

ASSURED

if it walks like a duck
quacks like a duck
must be a duck
unless
     you refuse to believe
no way
it can’t be

but what if
the duck
is in a tank
firing shells
at hospital, a shelter,
a university?

what if the duck
is scoping you
and your family
working out
how the whole little
delectable loving
band of you

can be
his perfect shot?

what
    about you though

no sense of duck, no
no sense of
goose
     no sense of gander

no sense of where
duck becomes
a turkey
       shoot
and, by definition perhaps,
equally
   vice-
         versa

or
where to
run to (if there
is anywhere)

who to
speak to
(everybody
   ducking the question)

ducking the question
but not a hope
in Hell
    of ducking

the fat
rocket

the big, big
2000 lb bomb

you standing there
in holy innocence
proclaiming
       (not above the sound
of heavy
ordinance whistling)

it cannot be genocide
for

humanity
   would be here to save me
if indeed it were

humanity
      will save me

I am
    assured