A Bullet with my Name

Born in the barrel
Of a .44
With one good eye
And like the stinging bee
Lucky to get its shot off
I am
Smoking breath to live
And take
A solitary synapse
Entombing second chance
In a flash of primer
Preceding inescapable trajectory

A white hot
Messenger on the lips
Of black powder kisses
This hollow point
Blossoming holes
In all that
Never would have been
Had my casing
Rolled off the assembly line
Unengaged