Shine
Dad walks in, steps heavy
with thunder and slow breath,
walks to thirty aught and turns,
wordless and solemn
to his own version of hell
gate. Rain falls to no
ground but soul’s depth.
Outside, Shiner no
longer stands. Mange creeps
moss-like along
an ancient face. Gun cocks
with deep click
and release. He has seen
this gun kill a hundred
times before. Only now
he licks the chamber’s end.
Waiting…
March 23, 2010 at 11:34 am
frighhtening , well expressed .thanks
April 1, 2010 at 3:11 pm
scary and touching.