The gun (for the victims of shootings)

The hand of dread intent

holds the metal;

holds the metal within

the metal

in this play of life;

holds the fragile fragment

of time

between the dying

and the sweet breath of life;

holds the terror of forever

in hands that so want

to control life

and yet would deny it

in the ripping flash of ignition,

in the spilling and splattering

of sacred blood

that marks in red

the final act

of this hand of intent…

and still the

curtain has not closed.