A Mantra
This is the meditation of steel,
Mahatma, Bodhivsattra -
My fingers slick the oil
Over breech-block and gas plug.
This is the meditation of light.
Mahatma, Bodhivsattra -
The sun ranges down the hill
To the butts and the sea.
This is the meditation of breath.
Mahatma, Bodhivsattra -
My fingers slick the sun
Over barrel and sight.
This is the meditation of power.
Mahatma, Bodhivsattra -
The butt in the shoulder
Slams acceleration to the bone.
This is the meditation of consequence.
Mahatma, Bodhivsattra -
The brass sheers to the sun,
The bullet sheers to the sky.
Mahatma, Bodhivsattra.
Bodhivsattra, Mahatma.
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