I SAW SILENCE BLEED RED

I have not seen a bullet
I live in a place
Relatively safe
–It was an accident.

I know of bullets though.
The ones that paint
Bodies red

I know also the ones
You hold between your teeth and
Shoot every time
You hear a question
You don't want to.

It kills
Just like the other.
In this very time and space
As the history carved on his rough hands
Crawled all the way up
To mouth the question
You took only a moment
To bullet.

This is no accident
That you kill
His story
And all of ours too
Without painting your hands red

That,
I live in a place
Relatively safe
Was the only accident ever.

And
You live on the side
Bullets never graze
Will be the only accident ever.