Here, Bullet

Brian Turner is a soldier-poet who had a year-long tour in Iraq as an infantry team leader. He has a new book out called Here, Bullet. Here’s the title poem from the book:

If a body is what you want,
then here is bone and gristle and flesh.
Here is the clavicle-snapped wish,
the aorta’s opened valves, the leap
thought makes at the synaptic gap.
Here is the adrenaline rush you crave,
that inexorable flight, that insane puncture
into heat and blood. And I dare you to finish
what you’ve started. Because here, Bullet,
here is where I complete the word you bring
hissing through the air, here is where I moan
the barrel’s cold esophagus, triggering
my tongue’s explosives for the rifling I have
inside of me, each twist of the round
spun deeper, because here, Bullet,
here is where the world ends, every time.

  1. barbara’s avatar

    Hi Mardé,
    How are you, my friend ?
    Now, that is some strong poetry to be reading at such an early hour( it’s past 8a.m.).
    But such is the reality of this war.
    I could almost see the bullet flying by…

    See you later.

  2. Mardé’s avatar

    Hi Barbara, and thanks again for your comment. I am good. I hope you are too. Yes, that is strong poetry, especially for an early hour! I’ve read it a number of times and keep getting more out of it. What a conversation between the person and the bullet!


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