MICHAEL DENNIS MOONEY -- new writings

The assassin's bullet
Is travelling towards
The statesman's head.

The statesman
Is not thinking
Of the bullet,

Therefore it
Does not exist,
Per the philosopher.

Nonsense!
Says the assassin
As his bullet

Splatters brain matter
Onto the lap
Of the philosopher.

The bullet made a sound
As it ripped though the air:
What is is what is.

What you think it is
Is different.