Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Pick Up the Gun

Pick up the gun. Don't aim now. Holster it
And fondle the raised writing there, in black,
Exploring how it feels. Is there some slack,
So you can draw quickly enough, the fit
Slick, smooth, and handy? Do you have the wit
To wear it humbly? When you turn your back
Will you be listening, or will the crack
Of gunfire sound just as you're turning, hit?

You want what's in the movies. It's not here;
This is the real world, and a holstered gun
Gives you no shelter. Yes, it looks like fun,
But getting shot may leave your mind unclear,
Focused on mere survival, fed by fear.
The barrel glistens brightly in the sun.

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