esse

he looked up at the sky
bloody smoke grazed his eye
through his mind
he would decide
whether or not
to take his shot

his '47 clutched
he rushed
limping to his side
an exquisite bride
should he or should he not
take his shot

he could not tell
if she or he fell
there she lay
her eyes in dismay
how could he not
take his shot

'for them or for me'
he thought quietly
but alas the fear
his decision was clear
his stomach in a knot
he took his shot