Poem : Prepare The Shallow Grave

Poem : Prepare The Shallow Grave

shallow-grave

They tell me to run
But my leg is broken.
I pull myself up,
And attempt to hustle away.
Gun sight on my shin
I hear a firecracker sound
And feel intense pain.
I cannot get up again
And look up into the barrel of the weapon of my destiny.

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