Bullet lodged in the gun pity fear or fun
Hammer clicked motives done squinted eyes towards the sun
Echo cries blue blood runs hole inside the holy one
A chill and a calm before the storms accord
Yet still lies a thump beneath ravens' floor board
Where is the conviction in the blackening of friction
And the gunslingers' shot has accuracy of fiction
A hairline fracture furnishes through stone kempt walls
And the sulfur breeds stench that draws tropics from all
Between Capricorn and Cancer both light years apart
Both light and sky remain in the essence of heart.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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