Three times now, since Tuesday,
They’ve been there with their guns,
Four young men in camo tees
Lounging against the tailgate.
Their presence isn’t new; they’ve been there many days,
Lounging against the tailgate
Rapt in friendly conversation;
There without their guns.
I see them now in different light
Than I did those days before;
These four young men in camo tees,
Lounging against the tailgate,
With their pistols on their hips,
Rapt in guarded conversation.