THE MESS

I feel empty. The world was
a mess when I was born
men shooting men
men shooting women and as I grew I
was given a toy gun and all my young friends
received toy guns and then the children
shot the children and I also got my mom
right in the eye I poked her and
shouted 'gotcha!!'

And she had a black eye for a long time
and removed my toy gun
and the children said "That's OK,
you can still play, we need an Indian."


-Timothy Shay

STARLINGS - Limited Edition Broadsheet

STARLINGS

Poem by Timothy Shay - Illustrated by Jessica McVicker
Autumn 2013 - Elephant Mountain Press - Vancouver BC
Limited to an edition of 100 signed and numbered copies.
9.5"X13.5"

$10 e-deposit to tshay1952@gmail.com - includes postage.

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