A Murder In Daylight

The gun explodes, my man is dead,

A moments fury, now bereft my head,

I hold my breath, time stretched a mile,

As his soul parted body I was now in exile

 

A man on the run for a second’s mistake,

No that’s not all, it’s his life I did take,

A creation of God, not that of my own,

Now but a shape formed of skin and bone

 

What does it matter, he’s gone from this world,

The worry now is the events that unfold,

A cartridge, some blood, claimed in evidence,

And now it’s my own life that is to dispense

 

No, this cannot be, I think to myself,

I’m a fine healthy man, an example of health!

But wasn’t he also, a voice cries inside,

Oh if there were another in that I could confide!

 

I grab his arm, now a limb hanging loose,

And pull and pull as I imagine the noose,

Binding my neck as I gasp there for air,

Now a bullet instead, why this man had it fair!

 

I drag his body, quick down the alley,

And in that moment my spirits I rally,

It matters not my feeling for he,

He’s fodder now, as soon we all shall be

 

He sits quite well up against the wall,

His spine still is strong, though his head it does fall,

I take a moment then, to close his eyes,

Then prepare myself for the damnest of cries

 

Oh help, please do, help me here!

This man is unwell, he’s been shot I do fear!

A man passing close witnessed my line,

But shaking his head said the man will be fine

 

I turned back aghast, how could this be?

For I shot him myself, yes it was me!

This was my chance, I could run quick a while,

To live out my days in utter denial

 

You heard no shots, is this what you say?

The man shook his head, and carried on his way,

I looked to my man, my mind still shock,

I’d expected a crowd, the police all to flock!

 

I sat down now, opposite he,

Wondering how this all could be,

The man looked peaceful, lying there,

I leant slowly across and straightened his hair,

There you are chap, now you look the part,

So horrid is life, but in death there is art.