Repetitive Strain

To feel the cane
come down again,
each shot-hot vein,
each time you crane
or hunch the chain
of knuckles - it's
the bloody pits.

They're jammed - each mit's
clogged with bullets,
staccatos, spits,
seizes. A spritz
of sparks, a lick
of flame. The kick
comes short and quick.