On the parched desert smacking its lips from the quench of fresh blood, in steel chambers heated untouchable from the West’s broken laws, under triple barrels relieved in protest for peace returned, through smoke’s thin, blue wisps settling under the sky as their witness, in the reflection of badges hardened from honor’s promise, beneath vulture wings circling before high justice’s feast, three stood where six were.
J. COBURN HACKETT is a small business owner, father of four, and sleep deprived. His poems can be found in The Journal of American Poetry, Slippery Elm Literary Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Cholla Needles and Crack the Spine. Jason is proud to be a part of Mental Papercuts’ inaugural publication.