Please Read:
The Choice Once Made

Excerpt:

Don’t make me do it, man, don’t make me shoot you dead.
The hammer’s cocked; the barrel’s hot against your head.
And all silenced in one dread noise: The gun explodes,
my friend is gone, and from his skull rivers run red.
[continue]

I had the first two lines come to me a few days ago, but the rest of the poem tarried.

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