David Nekimken

Imagine. Guns Returned In dribs & drabs In a steady stream As swift-moving rapids As a thundering waterfall, By homeowners, shopkeepers, Teachers, doctors, funeral directors By students, athletes, hunters, gangbangers, From closets, desk drawers, concealed holsters Into an ever-expanding landfill, ever-rising scrapheap Adorned with full and half-empty ammunition magazines, Weighing heavily atop hallowed and sacred […]