Bullet

leg out here and foot positioned how many have stood, thus here, a mission The steel pointed thus, ahead, afflicted To make a mark, or mark your prediction To kill or be killed, your mark then set The bullet to kill, or be killed, affliction now stilled, or to be met When gunpowder and lead are poured, are melded Are they to fly thence, or take my life, now fell-ed When life presses, wraps, enshrouds Are you my saviour, or my end, compounded Will I let fly, to kill, to cry Or will I press home, to end, to die The cartridge so safe, now so warmly nestled Is it for them, or for me, to be restled When the spark goes thus, the trigger clicks Is it for them, or for me it wills, sic's Retribution flames, brief flames, shoots flames To them or to me it came, in fire and shame The lead reams now, crush cart'lage crush bone It smashes through regret, through loss, through lone Once more it flashes, once more it goes Not thence to target, but to me, alone