weapon

you present your weapon,
it speaks only punctuation,
sigh here, dive there. your tiny body
surpassed. you project this apocalypse
of power, small gas station parking lot.
so many times the world ended---
we were floored. knife reflects light.
i know these are people, living things, despite.
we've all got cities, countries, pets.
my own paradise shifting away with
contact, the cold contents lost, smuggled.
no one is a thief just like no one is a
dead person but we all die. weapon,
weapon, weapon. where aren't you?
i can't hide, i could barely die.