My Angel Carries a Gun


My angel carries a gun
A Colt Walker
He flicks the trigger,
Twitching with bloodlust

My angel’s wings are broken
He pierced them with 13 bullets
But when no blood was spilled,
He wept silently

My angel sleeps awake
Watching for Death to appear by my bedside
We’ve brushed hands before,
I wish we had embraced

My angel carries a gun
My angel eats supper with God
My angel carries a Colt Walker
My angel is always gazing at the doorway

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