| Issue No.2, Vol.1


Amy Grech
 

 

Machine Gun/Latté

 

Poised and ready,

a tall, lean

National Guard

Soldier, dressed in

full camouflage regalia, 

stands at attention

on the main concourse

of Penn Station in

New York City.

 

In his right hand

he clutches a latté,
frothy and warm,

in a white

Starbucks cup.

 

His left hand

hovers above

a machine gun, 

slung over his shoulder,

cold and commanding,

sleek and menacing.

 

His trigger finger twitches,

roused by a jolt of caffeine.

Fuel for the fight.

 

 

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