My own hand

The day it died

It was still a surprise

Although we know that

All things die

 

And when it died

I was astonished

To find the gun in

My own hand

 

And so it died

To my amazement

I didn’t seem to

Want to mourn

 

So it lies dead

And I’m bemused by

Just getting on with

My old life

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