ah well he’s been collecting since the age of nine every shiny bullet that he could find built himself a house with the wooden floors put the shiny bullets in a chest of draws well his wife’s long gone and the kids are grown and trees they fall down on their own memories fade like an old slide show but the bullets still shine like coins in the snow one day he took himself in to town when the men with the truck well they came around they took the television and the gun from the wall and almost every bullet from the chest of drawers well he came back home found the house in a mess ran in to the bedroom and the old brown chest well he didn’t care much for the vcr but he cried for the space where the bullets were well the men took the truck down in to town and they sold all the silver they had found but they couldn’t sell the bullets ‘cos they weren’t live rounds so they dug a big hole put the bullets in the ground well he doesn’t leave the house much anymore ‘cos the men are gonna come like they did before and he’ll hold on to the three or four bullets that they left in the chest of drawers well the bullets that they left in the chest of drawers