The church rang out a passing toll,
A toll which rose to sixty-two.
He says, “Guns don’t kill people:
He pats your head, and soothing all
Disquiet, bids the beasts adieu.
But monsters don’t eat people:
The curtains sigh. The nightlight fades,
Whilst something’s keeping watch on you.
But shadows don’t lurk under beds.
Their secrets do.
A mirror glimpse reveals the shades
Who seek you with an evil eye.
But mirrors don’t steal souls:
It’s we, who try.
You dreamt of gunshot, in the thrall
Of midnight: and its rings for you.
And people don’t kill people:
We just die.
I always found the adage, “Guns don’t kill people, people do,” cold comfort. You know what saves people? Firearms regulation.