Architect and Sculptor

The gun is architect

and sculptor of the soul.

It carves the man

until it has reached its goal.

Its blueprint is for a man

who will turn to blood someday,

and it gives the plan

so the sculpture can play.

Carving can be slow,

but the sculptor goes to work,

slowly changing the man

from a stone into a young Turk.

Once the man was solid—

morals firm and true.

But rebellion enters in

by the time the sculptor's through.

Little chips of stone

fall to the floor,

and soon the man of morals

has not morals anymore.