Their duty
to shoot me,
six pounds of pressure
on the trigger.

bigger men have tried
and that look in their eyes
when they died
haunts me

The beauty of duty is one sees it
as one's duty to do it

and the third light was the one
that got me,
a flight of fancy
does you good
apparently.

I watched for the miracles
avidly while
eating baloney on rye
until the sky fell in on me,

a duty to shoot me, but
I didn't expect that.