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The man in the valley below is firing his gun once again

2 Mar

 

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The man in the valley below is firing his gun

once again

By L. Stewart Marsden

The man in the valley below is firing his gun once again,
A slow but steady cadence that echoes on and on,
The reports bouncing off the nearby ridges and beyond.

I think — a mountain man —
Angry, preparing for the coming storm,
Or rich and bored, perhaps.

The cost of ammo must be more than I can afford —
All that brass and lead and gunpowder carefully, precisely packed —
Because I have to ask.

He breaks his monotone drip-drip-drip drill
With sudden, quick bursts of blam-blam-blam-blam-blam-blam
Rapid fire.

And I wonder,
Semi-?
Or automatic?

And where do those bullets go?
Slamming into black and white targets hung low?
Concentric circles, flapping in the crisp mountain breeze?

Do they smash tin or glass?
Pulverizing metal or shattering shards into the air
Where they catch the late sunlight like a fragile prism?

Dividing rays into rainbows?
Colorful and beautiful in their own assaulted way?
As the gunfire finally subsides for the day?

He has sheathed his weapon and stowed his bullets
Examined his targets with grimace or grin
The man in the valley below has finished firing his gun

Once again.

The Gun, the Bad, and the Ugly

21 Jul

The Gun, the Bad, and the Ugly
by L. Stewart Marsden

“Are you dangerous?”

“Not particularly so.”

“But, how can I trust you? How do I know?”

“I am useful. You can use me.”

“How’s that? What is your utility?”

“I clean things up. I make them right.”

“The way you say it — fills me with fright.”

“Oh, no need to fear! I restore things to the proper end.”

“So you consider yourself to be a friend?”

“The best there is. Good to the last drop!”

“Yet, I hesitate — my head tells me ‘Stop!'”

“That’s just your head. Listen, please, to your heart!”

“Mine’s deceitful. Has been from the start.”

“Oh, c’mon! Give your heart one more chance.”

“Mine’s only good for hurt or romance,

and I doubt its advice. It has wounded me so.”

“Well, then! I can definitely help here, I know!

Remember, I said I bring things to good end?

that I am really your last and best friend?

and YOU said your heart lies — like a staunch enemy?

and has caused you to cry and despair internally?

Well then! Pick me up, hold me close, get a grip on your life!

Put your heart in its place — stop this horrible strife!

It takes but a moment — and all things will be right

and you’ll be released from this nightmarish fright!”

“Oh! I see! You make sense to me now!

I’m thinking this through, and your reason, somehow,

is persuading me hence to take matters in hand

and make, finally,  my heroic stand!”

“And, won’t it be grand?

See? I’m not the danger you supposed.”

“You’re right. I guess my mind was filled with those

lethal delusions that paint you as bad.”

“Right! Guns never killed — to believe that is sad!”

“So, you’re NOT dangerous!”

“Not particularly so.”

“Okay, then! Here we go!”

The Gun, the Bad, and the Ugly

25 May

The Gun, the Bad, and the Ugly
by L. Stewart Marsden

“Are you dangerous?”

“Not particularly so.”

“But, how can I trust you? How do I know?”

“I am useful. You can use me.”

“How’s that? What is your utility?”

“I clean things up. I make them right.”

“The way you say it — fills me with fright.”

“Oh, no need to fear! I restore things to the proper end.”

“So you consider yourself to be a friend?”

“The best there is. Good to the last drop!”

“Yet, I hesitate — my head tells me ‘Stop!'”

“That’s just your head. Listen, please, to your heart!”

“Mine’s deceitful. Has been from the start.”

“Oh, c’mon! Give your heart one more chance.”

“Mine’s only good for hurt or romance,

and I doubt its advice. It has wounded me so.”

“Well, then! I can definitely help here, I know!

Remember, I said I bring things to good end?

that I am really your last and best friend?

and YOU said your heart lies — like a staunch enemy?

and has caused you to cry and despair internally?

Well then! Pick me up, hold me close, get a grip on your life!

Put your heart in its place — stop this horrible strife!

It takes but a moment — and all things will be right

and you’ll be released from this nightmarish fright!”

“Oh! I see! You make sense to me now!

I’m thinking this through, and your reason, somehow,

is persuading me hence to take matters in hand

and make, finally,  my heroic stand!”

“And, won’t it be grand?

See? I’m not the danger you supposed.”

“You’re right. I guess my mind was filled with those

lethal delusions that paint you as bad.”

“Right! Guns never killed — to believe that is sad!”

“So, you’re NOT dangerous!”

“Not particularly so.”

“Okay, then! Here we go!”