F A I R

chasing a thousand thunderous sound
hunt the night sky
lipstick was the singer like a flutter
flag flashed boisterous cheering
stage of life
happy child running
picking up crumbs dreams and poetry

suddenly: "bam! bam! bam! bam! bam! bam! "
revolver barked
Air was cracked
man glued into a stone statue
blister cakes scattered
as ash
lights were fears
transform itself into a flock
firefly
who hastily flew pleading
pale moonlight

I was thrown in silence
desert, cold-pressed firearms
right in the gut
trembling faded, I'm sure
six bullets had vomited
but it soon turned into a pistol
gallows
someone held out a piece of string
: Oh, is there anything I authorized
determining the day of his own death?

Agats - Asmat, May 29, 2010