February 16 [of a kind]

Rusted metal, green leaves and wet petals
Copper and rosemary spilt from the gun 

Held from both ends 

Loaded with lead or lies, 

Both a death of a kind

Oil

Preamble to a sneeze
A hook in my chest that will not release
I sit suspended, holding my breath

Alive and dead
I flood the engine 
Turn the ignition
And release the oily remains

Combustion to careening
Lubricated; liberated