a single bullet

By Paul A. Bourne



a bullet!
a single bullet!
just a piece of metal
in the wrong hand -
in the palm of a gangster
ruptured his feeble heart
burst the wrong vein
fall he him face to the ground.

a bullet!
a single bullet!
struck him like a vicious beast
crippled his future
extracted that final substance -
an untimely end,
no time
no time- for byes.

why . . . .?
why, a life so purposeful,
a life so meek,
a being so sweet,
a mortal so pure,
should meet the end this way?

Is there death more just
for one so heavenly?

It took a single bullet
just a single bullet . . .
to extinguish his flames!