wild duck lands on billabong
shotgun unloads, echoes
quietly the brook murmours
in your heart, pain invades
grey bird in bare twigs
makes you think about
your twilight years but monotone
your song resonates in mellow melodies
icicles on window pane, moss on sill, thick
your heart, it bleeds, cries, laments
yet he whispers into your soul
unworded unwooded unblemished unashamed
as you pull, the trigger, releases, detonates
wild dark growing agony
in your mind beside yourself
against a deep blue sky
your sillhouette it quivers
he took it, upon himself
your sin
never fails, but delivers"
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