The Gun In The Man

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 Gunman

I found his head first
Lurking in the waste box in shop

Mr Cut-out Gun
Lying in pieces in the scrap box

 
Blending in.

Grinning with satisfaction

  Grimacing with pain

The pain of separation

The just a little pain of parting..
from the barrel of a gun.

The body lay still 

Beside the head 

But on another level entirely

All a sort a empty

Discharged and dischuffed.

 

The Assassin..

 Assassinated

The killer..

Killed

The Grim Reaper..

Reaped.

Of arms and legs there was no sign

Shuffled off

 No doubt

Along with humanity..

 The grace of God

And all chance of redemption.

You can't take the gun out of the man

 And you can’t take the man out of the gun.

Reassembled..

Wheels for mobility

 Testify to loss

Half man

Half machine
The cyborg rolls around in pain and disbelief.

Beware the cyborg
 Little person

What rolls around in pain..

Comes around again
 And again.