America

‘Here’s my piece.’

Charlie dropped
a nickel plated,
snub nosed,
357 magnum
into my hand.

‘Bought it off
a little ol' lesbian
at my Church.’

It was heavy,
warm and oily,
as I held it
power took on
a new meaning.

The gun
was designed
for three things;
to be carried easily,
to be concealed
and to shoot people.

That was all.

15-8-11

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