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MY BROTHER'S WOUND-Poetry


The speed of the bullet

that struck my brother down

had her crying copper tears.

Her heart sank

as she watched my brother bleed.

Each droplet

a helpless man.

The speed of the bullet

that struck my brother down

had built a pyre in my brother’s chest.

Each small flame

burned images of hopelessness.

Each image

an ash covered cloud.

The speed of the bullet

that struck my brother down

had his legs tremble.

His legs trembled

as the bullet burdened him.

Each burdening fear

a hammer to his knees.

The speed of the bullet

that struck my brother down

widened the emperor’s eyes.

The emperor and suitor

reached from a distance.

Each mile

an infinite void.

(Oh, he fell.)

The speed of the bullet

that struck my brother down

would not prepare me for my own.

I cried as she cried;

as the torch dimmed,

in great despair.

A helpless light.

The speed of the bullet

that struck my brother down

would not let him die on his own.

I burned as it burned;

the bullet raging

in pure hate.

An evil intent.

The speed of the bullet

that struck my brother down

would not let him suffer on his own.

I trembled as he trembled;

burdening me

as it did him.

A burdened demise.

The speed of the bullet

that struck my brother down

would not let me go unscathed.

I reached as they reached;

hoping to grasp hope

in the dark clouds.

A final wish.

(Oh, I fell.)

 
 
 

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