Best to paint a better picture

without the grizzly details,

without the place the rifle takes


the task at hand—I know the way

and how to get back

digging a hole in hard ground.


I can’t replay all the faces

in my crosshairs, but

a compassionate man checks out


to play God

deaf to sentiment and fear

long enough to not like it—


better to have cattle trailing

the feed truck

to wherever it goes.

2 responses to “PLAYING GOD

  1. Wisdom here. A beautiful poem.


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