Reading Joe Hill’s “Loaded” (from Strange Weather, which I reviewed here) led me to look back on, and revise, a poem I had written several years back. The piece was originally occasioned by my personal fear of gun violence.
The Gunman’s Oxymorons
By Joe Nazare
loving wife
adorable children
lifetime achievement
moderate drinking
sure bet
savings account
employee benefits
company loyalty
weapons permit
workplace safety
innocent bystanders
pronounced silence