I don’t know what it is
but I can say what it seems.
They turn a corner
and there they are.
Do you know what’s next?
Not until car drives off,
if in a hurry bad,
if not a practice run
for you. Hard to play
in the yard, keep the kids
in the back, if there is such.
Always keep a loaded gun.
It’s your inheritance.
Your ancestors’ slavery.
If I had anything to say
that would help, I would.
For a starter, ban guns
in the city. Wyatt Earp
did the same in Dodge:
Check your guns coming in,
Get them on the way out.
My concerns are displaced.
I should be moleing into
the NRA, wrecking them
from within. Or rallying
in parks, MacArthur say,
blistering the warm air,
recruiting nonstop.
(10 April 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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