The Preposterous Popguns Of Potomac <br /> <br />Walking the hunted fields <br />Spent cartridges litter the path <br />Like used condoms <br />There is a slow chanting shouted but distant <br />Too far away to hear the words <br />I will wear bright orange <br />If I walk this way again<br /><br />Stewart McKenzie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/landscape-18-tally-who/
