Today’s Chronicle had an interesting article about an unpublished poem that Carl Sandburg wrote concerning “a revolver,” which in the poem serves as a metaphor for all guns. I’m pretty sure you will want to read both the article and the full Sandburg poem, which you can do here.
Even though it was never published it is very powerful, and obviously germane to today’s gun control debate. A couple of lines about the “revolver” that really stand out to me are:
“It is the last word. A simple, little human forefinger can tell a terrible story with it.”
Even now the carnage continues, the latest being the 15 year-old kid in New Mexico who used an assault weapon to kill his mother, 3 younger siblings, and lastly his father. Reportedly, he was going to then go to the nearby Walmart store and kill a lot of people but he changed his mind and called the police to turn himself in. When is this horror going to stop?