whisper, soft summer
moon, stay; shine while the echo
fades from his shot, my . . .
Best friends, she tells me
Too much to drink, shots fired
Tears bring no justice.
bang bang hammer down
iron fired crimson drips
cold bleeding bullets
a falling stone stare
carnival of acid rain
drowning in powder
It's not the Bullet
At fault for the life that's lost
No; it is the hole.
open your mouth wide
put the barrel deep inside
click, bam!, ker-splat slide
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a broken hind leg
dig the hole right beside her
my first real friend, gone
Sheriff and Outlaw
Meet at the square at high noon
Bang! One stands, other falls
#haiku #OldWest #gunfight
Malachite eyes watch
~ helpless as sniper takes aim ~
his bluff : not enough.
blood makes an impact,
cracking sound of bone on stone,
Only a crime scene once.
the red flower drips
like fireworks down the wall
as the gun clatters
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