Double murder, suicide

rewritten 2/4/97

BANG!!!   the gun spat lead
killing too easily...
unreasoning hands grasping,
fingers unable to say "NO!"
eager to fulfil a bloodlust,
releasing life-taking lead.

If time could be turned back
to the moment of death,
the agony of three lead-filled souls
might have been avoided
given the benefit of cool hindsight
   not the heat
of insanity. The Madness.

How the gun beckoned,
its enticing smiling sheen
(he was easily enchanted)

grabbed - the easy weight
responding to its cool touch...

death waited for him,
   his embrace
      he fondled the trigger

for a final time.