Contemplating fate and the wonder of being left alive…
Excerpted from – One Of Them Should Be Dead
… Drawn down. “Kill me,” she pled
Shotgun jerked. With fear eyes went wide
One of them surely should have died
Leaving the walk stained red
Just luck no round chambered
Held his fire, when he should have shot
Twelve gauge aimed at him and its trigger pulled …
–gl–
From – A Warrior’s Battles: Poems of Struggle – (aWIP)