Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Sonnet

Gun Play

Gun Play in the Meat Locker 

At the bottom in the Mexican bay rests a 22 calibre pistol,
it is in a box and the box is in a plastic bag that moves 
with the tide; the gun was mine I had bought it in Galveston.
 I had been obsessed with firearms lately, needed a shooter
but didn´t want to buy one bulky cannon difficult to hide, 
it was easy to purchase came in a box six bullets included.
Back on board and with trembling hands I placed the gun
inside the frozen carcass of a sheep and tried to sleep.

Night in the bay of Mexico I took the pistol up on the deck
and said. ”bang, bang you are dead. Put the gun back in 
Its box and the box in a plastic bag and threw it overboard.
It was a beautiful night and I was free of my obsession with
 firearms they make me nervous and I´m satisfied to know
I was not born to be a gunslinger called Morgan Kane.

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