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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
Copyright ©
Jan Hansen
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