Falling Bullets

We shot the sky
in its eye.
Guns on the sun.

We pulled our triggers, you and I.

And then we walked away laughing
proud, and back-slapping.

A few paces and years later, we felt a shoulder-tap.
Our wounded giant has awakened from his nap.

We learned that
Just because we could see something doesn't mean we can destroy
it.

We shot the sky in its eye!

And the falling bullets came back
to issue attack and

we now know shame from the

bang
bang
boomerang.