Tale of the Gun
The barrel was made
to be a hole in a head.
The hole in the head
was triggered by an aim.
Target shudders and stops
dead.
Blood spry is not an option.
Dead feral pig, dove, dead man?
Dead-end roads
slug shoulders.
The gun is hot,
another shot slams
into no future at all.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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