the devil is a gun in poetry

oh dull preacher-man
you don’t have to tell
this fella bout hell
a place that eats men
and shits out murder
I’ve known that place
since I was quite young
it’s where my dad worked
it’s where he built guns
that poisoned Dad’s veins
gave him his heart-attack
and kills kids every day
since in schoolyards and
for all history hence
I know there’s a hell
you’ve caused no alarm
I know where hell is
it’s Remington Arms