Poetry
1 min
A Smoking Gun
Cassius Cougar
The sweeping gaze of the wind
Sees all in the dust
Each act of good or sin,
Carried away by a gust.
The fumes that billow up
Through a molten covered sky
From a smoking gun,
Where a bullet began to fly.
Finger on the trigger,
Itchy, ready to pull it,
A duel where he won,
And the other bit the bullet
Sees all in the dust
Each act of good or sin,
Carried away by a gust.
The fumes that billow up
Through a molten covered sky
From a smoking gun,
Where a bullet began to fly.
Finger on the trigger,
Itchy, ready to pull it,
A duel where he won,
And the other bit the bullet
-Tala Shelton
A Conant High School student wrote this work.
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