Guns N' Poetry

for Chuck

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a handgun nearby

loving mother rests her feet

children sleep soundly

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early morning fog

goblins seek easy repast

man with Glock fears not

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her first bullseye scored

daughter's smile is luminous

gun culture lives on

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empty the beer can

set up sixty feet downrange

carefully take aim

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gun dog stops on dime

tail upright, body frozen

I'd better not miss

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friends go to the range

air thick with smoke, brass on floor

work is forgotten

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history teaches

you take away my weapon

you will call me : SLAVE

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from Yamabushi Gun Haiku