gun slinger

The  Gunman

In Montreal, in a bar frequented by shadowy 
people who used French phrases, making money
fraud and mayhem, I bought a revolver that still 
had five bullets in its chamber
The next morning, our ship was bound for Japan. 
I worried about the gun, perhaps used in a heist 
where someone got killed, and there was
 The Kennedys are still in our memory 
Chief, they said, you look absent-minded, what's
 Wrong, nothing is wrong. I have a slight cold.
Near the Sea of Japan, I threw the weapon overboard
because I knew if I had a gun when I was growing up 
I would, in my anger, have used a gun
I threw the revolver overboard, and an hour later, the 
cartridges I didn't want they to meet up 
The next day, I was my old self, free of guilt

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