killing in the name of
handguns are made for killing
where do you keep yours
in a false ceiling
a kitchen drawer
under the mattress
or simply holstered
in the back of your blue jeans
it’s cold outside
but then again it’s january
and nobody without a dog
can be seen out walking
but to a mile west
down at the park in the city center
crime tape & body chalk
seem to be the talk of the town
man-made lights flashing flamboyantly
the breath of the living
visibly filling the dead air
february two thousand twenty-two
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