Land of the Gun

Banality is its beginning,

So, lacking

In any originality

Words of nothingness

Being mouthed

As many times before

Looking off to the right,

Of course,

As he should

And then the unexpected

Happens,

A swipe of the ear

A stray fly mistaking a canal

For a pistil?

A crack,

Crack! Crack!

A scream,

Duck down for cover

A pig pile

That has never been so literal,

It has begun.

Welcome to

The land of the gun.