a gun keeps his left hand company
his body clothed (head to toe) in brown and green
sprinting, with others by his side
this young man, he shouts;
a single silver bullet pierces his side;
the pain (unbearable) and with
unintended grace;
he falls.
A contest entry
- 8-Line Poems by Daire.
550 points, ended January 23, 17 entries
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Comments
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An excellent opening line, a very good use of parenthesis and "unintended grace" is beautifully bittersweet.



