All the Murders I've Seen
Sept 23 2023
I've never even held one.
Witnessed dozens of murders
on film and TV,
read the sociology
ballistics
and statistics of guns,
but nothing first-hand.
Except the Daisy BB gun
I tried as a kid.
No kick,
bad sights,
and too toy-like
to feel like John Wayne,
but still
I couldn't get enough.
Even though I missed
by a long shot,
not just the bullseye
but the target entirely.
So many years, but I get it still.
The feeling
of invincibility.
My finger
firmly on the trigger
itching to shoot.
And the lethal aesthetic of guns —
the cool heft
in gun-metal grey,
the short sharp sound
of precisely milled parts,
and the hot smoking barrel
after the shot.
Self-protection, they say.
Forgetting
that when everyone is armed
no one's safe.
And now, all grown-up, I know better
than to be seduced by its charms.
The world isn't out to get me.
There are no meth-heads
terrorists
rapists
in my backyard.
I go out defenceless
and suffer no harm.
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