He laid still, hair aflutter
The only sign of life, his eyes aglow;
The fear of death, dark and bitter
Was a veil that shrouded his morose face
Many a pebble had rolled down the slopes
Of the very mountains he had once furrowed
The same flowers, the familiar faces,
All had passed; flown around
Circumventing him and what was theirs
The haze was clearing, the mists tearing
And there they stood out in the clearing
All of them, all that he had ever cared for
Hark away! She was shouting, all of eighty one
Run! they’re all dead and you are the one
‘If they ever meant anything
Revenge shall be thine’, he dreamt that night
And thus started the journey
Of a million war and fight
The first kill is the most difficult they say,
For it’s the psychosis, the belief in virtue
That stops the trigger
Beyond which it’s only a matter of time
Today, as he lay numb,
For, the amphetamines were working
All the murders, the killings started seeping
Mutilation, rape, maiming perdition,
The horrors of his crimes had come a full circle
Streaming snapshots of life
All the women he had widowed, girl, mother, wife
And a few good men too…
Damnation had arrived, a marksman who seldom missed,
Like father, like son, hell
‘Twas the same stolen gun
