Poem 4

 

It is a beautiful

pistol

it’s a black Colt 44

with a long barrel

the cross sabers

etched upon the barrel

so well preserved

the weapons of a war

fought so long ago

the long barreled

rifle that took

so long to load

the Spencer

and the repeater

weapons used toward the end

then there was the one

that resembled

a coffee grinder

it spit out bullets with the crank of handle.