Again

a twitch
of a finger
speeds hot lead
through skin and bone
to burst a heart
life oozing to gray
the equalizer
the peacemaker
easy executioner
no judge
no jury
the burning ricochet
cuts us all down
mockeries of truth
of brotherhood
what might have been
no fear
no corpse
no twitch

Blaise Kielar

Blaise Kielar, now . . .

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