Originally written 1 June 1998 at Marion Correctional Institution and long forgotten, I unearthed and slightly revised this poem an hour or so before leaving for my Phoenix reading on 23 August 2008.

I introduced it that evening as a piece “about firearms.”

Preacher Gunn
Shoots a yellow green stream
Of ammonia and impurities
Into the white porcelain basin
Of his congregation
Where dehydrated souls
Drink their fill
Of a backward dog’s swill

Preacher Gunn
Then runs like a rivulet
Down hill to home
Where he
Loaded and pearl handled
Pukes the hair of a backward dog
On his gun shy children

Me playing Rev. Isaiah Hawkins in Reflections of Possum Gulch
December 1998 in the chapel of Marion Correctional Institution