Answer:
The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.