To Kill.

The gunman with the heart of gold
inlays intaglio
‘pon his heart-strings.

One etching at a time;
carving ‘pon what’s his,

Never to knot.
“Non ad Nodum.”
Never to Knot.

Ever-naught but naught
inside.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this old pistol. Good when guns were art. They were still dangerous. Good description in this excellent poem.
Coyote