Binoculars and the gun


I took all necessities for our trip
Some clothes, a toothbrush, binoculars, the gun
When we got there, I planned the scene very carefully
I stood against the wall facing the sun
Loaded the gun and put it in your hands
Got the binoculars out of the bag
Strapped them on backwards
Took a deep breath and folded my hands
Before I invited you to look
But you found land in no time
A green lush fertile and rich little island
In the middle of a big milk white sea
So you took off your heavy backpack
And without giving it a second thought
Threw that black gun into the white sea
Must be all the way down at the bottom by now
Slowly transforming into a colorful little coral house
For shrimp and mussels and what have you not

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