The poem to the ending

Written by: Richard Tarr

Father with the gun in your hand
you should have heard my cry
in a distant wind planned killing 
in the summer fever a blood filled
room a slain corpse harvest the
angel of death around your head
in an underground grave falling to
the pigs bombing atomic gases 
burning the eyes of my soul destroying
my life with two metallic shells 
this is my poem to the ending