Mother Of Pearl Poem by Allan James Saywell

Mother Of Pearl



If you awake
Feeling a sense of sad
In the first light of dawn
Just hold your gun
Give the chamber a little twirl
Pull your hammer back
While you begin to finger
Your Mother of Pearl
Clench the barrel between your teeth
Try not to think happy thoughts'
Of your little girl

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