From Rob Farnham:
Gatling 1861
April 29, 2021
The opposing viewpoint flew like an arrow
Without a destination, it had no receiver
Willing to countenance the necessary
Understanding.
Listening was an interruption of a mind
Formulating its own stream of biased truths
Engaged in a war of thought by definition
Singular.
Who can beckon a dialogue when
Hearing is concussed by the canons lit
And artillery released from a mind blast corrupting
Reason.
Sound and fury the hallmark of minds
Small and uncomfortable in a skin
Made from ideological shackles and a disingenuousness that
Imprisons.
Such conditions that rendered a scorched earth policy
To save a union from a nation’s blight, developed a killing machine,
Now reformulated in a civil war where words represent a Gatling
Staccato,
Which are fired like unrelenting repeaters without cohesion,
Without meaning and without purpose but to
Inflict pain in a cacophony of moralism meant to
Cancel.
Within the lethality of arrows is a consideration, an arc, a trajectory,
A space where response could possibly counter the forces unsheathed. Marksmanship, a lost art , is relegated to a Gatling production
Where space is minimized, shots recorded, accompanied by the ejection of a mindless series of
Spent Casings.