The wound gaping
Gurgling, gushing blood
Air fleetly escaping
In a sanguine flood
Face in panic contorted
Lips quivering blue
Motions exaggeratedly distorted
Aid is already overdue
Through the hole
Through the roof
Rising like a soul
The smoking proof
That mind blown
Never to be the same
For he alone
Must carry blame
Forgot to disarm
Forgot the last round
Harvester of harm
Body on the ground
© Jerry Langdon
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