William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Blessings

I shot a rabbit once, and have been bleeding ever since.

I shot a bird, and now my wings are bent.

I shot an arrow at the heavens, and my heart is where it went.

I shot my childhood, and this strange long life it sent.

I shot my life, and death told me what it meant.

I shot my death, and now I sing, and now I dance.

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