Here is a poem that Oddball Magazine kindly published. It is a relatively new poem and not in any book of mine.
Another Thought I Must Not Have
I have never held a gun
that’s primed and loaded,
one that I could use
on the neighbours, myself
or on you.
I imagine the slow weight
as I lift it from the table,
the metal, the squeeze.
It isn’t hard to see the sex in guns
but I cannot say that out loud,
like all the other things
I must pretend I do not think.
Every week I add another
to the list; you should see
how many times your name
appears in all the marginalia.
Neil Elder Poetry 