04-02-2018, 02:19 AM
Guns Don't Kill People
On the table he lies face down
and the dissecting lights fill the holes
in his back with a liquid darkness,
seven wells of ink, enough here
to write one final chapter.
At the lectern he is authority,
uniformed and cognizant of the moment;
offering the balm of a prepared statement
that does not equivocate nor appear to dissemble,
but exonerates without test or trial.
On the table he lies face down
and the dissecting lights fill the holes
in his back with a liquid darkness,
seven wells of ink, enough here
to write one final chapter.
At the lectern he is authority,
uniformed and cognizant of the moment;
offering the balm of a prepared statement
that does not equivocate nor appear to dissemble,
but exonerates without test or trial.