Hate

 ONE man killed another.
 The saying between them had been “I’d give you the shirt off my back.
”

The killer wept over the dead.
 The dead if he looks back knows the killer was sorry.
 It was a shot in one second of hate out of ten years of love.


Why is the sun a red ball in the six o’clock mist?
Why is the moon a tumbling chimney?… tumbling … tumbling … “I’d give you the shirt off my back” … And I’ll kill you if my head goes wrong.

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