the gun, though it was just
a demonstration, you see.
Nobody claims expertise
on the tricks of the trigger,
not even warriors who sleep
with pistols, rifles and howitzers.
Mind you, even them GIs could attest
that the grenade-launcher armalite they pet
like a wife could stay quiet and cold,
with her triggers fingered and pulled,
but un-fondled, could burst rapid fire
or blast at the most flaccid smile.
So excuse me, if you may,
for that sudden jolt.
If this revolver did empty a slug
at you, my dear audience (thank God
nobody was hit) in this very room,
as if to make the point in this—