Tipton Poetry Journal
Fitting End Timothy Pilgrim This being America, everyone’s been offed, mostly shot. We grabbed Colts, Berettas, Glocks — fitting end for love, friendship, forgiveness, trust. We blew away rapists, burglars, thugs. Those of different skin or faith, friends we hate, our boss. Knocked off liars, waiters who whine, text a lot, shoppers ramming carts, stopping mid-aisle to tweet, flipping us off. Cheating lovers, drivers who stink-eye, speed, pass. We blasted telemarketers last. Every trial, over in a flash. Defendants, lawyers, all were snuffed. Even judges wasted jurors waving guns. [This poem was first published by Mad Swirl.]
Timothy Pilgrim, a Pacific Northwest poet with over 410 acceptances by journals such as Seattle Review, Cirque, San Pedro River Review, Toasted Cheese, Windsor Review, Tipton Poetry Journal, and Third Wednesday and is author of "Mapping water" (Flying Trout Press, 2016) and co-author of Bellingham poems (2014). His work is at www.timothypilgrim.org.
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