Bang! There he goes again, repeatedly taking aim
Until he hits whatever it is he’s been missing.
Sure of eye even when he falters.
He smiles and waves as we shudder.
It has been a while since we let him
Silence our worries with his hobby.
Our neighbourhood has grown used to this
Night and day, good or bad weather.
Everyone hides a fear of the gun collector.
On days when he fancies something new
From one of us, we grow restless.
Maybe, as we whisper
Among ourselves, we are just imagining it.
No, he’s not really interested in this thing of mine,
You think? He already has his own, from someone else.
Extra care must be taken that he doesn’t feel
Violated by our talk in our own homes.
It is undeclared but true, his claim
Lies beyond his yard.
Soon enough we’ll know who’s next.
This poem was written in September 2008. It is an acrostic.