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.
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