Bible In One Hand Bullets In The Other Poem by Louie Vizcarra

Bible in one hand bullets in the other
'lets take to the hills.'
Sneaking, hiding, following the tracks
looking for snapped twigs, rustled leaves
dedicated to this grand, holy crusade.
From across the ravine suddenly I saw an enemy
staring down his rifle's sights.
Too little, too late
too wicked, too fake
I turned to run for cover but instead absorbed a bullet.
One eye looks left the other looks right
and my body lies motionless, propped against a tree
with me hovering above, watching in slow motion.
From the tops of the trees come hatred and revenge
raining down from the hands of the onlookers
tiny acorn insults thrown into the wounds.
Where once the forest was a friend, and alive
it has changed its colors and now is aflame, too soon
burning everything to ash.
Twisted tree roots break through the soil
and pull my body into the bosom of planet earth.
Ghost whispers that once whispered I love you
in a deafening roar, echoing off the trees from every corner
now shriek silently.
Too many bombardments, too many deeds done in the dark
the slightest breeze has blown this weakened shack to the ground.
Thank God I could count on you.