Connie's Poem Part Two Poem by mark king

The gunshots echoes the end
Her chest trembles
It is her last breath
She is covered in blood
It’s splattered ever where
And it seem like too much

I ignore it
And hold her still warm hand
As her eyes stare up to heaven
I’m wondering what she seen
Maybe I’ll catch a glimpse
Of an angel taking her away

C.P.R. fails
The pulse is gone
And I slowly stand
Only to face the murderer
In his eyes the anger and distress
Have united in a paralysis
Of fear and shock

He is mumbling
Making no sense
The gun is held
Tightly again his head

Once he was called
Husband and father
Now he is something
That is not man!

With disgust and fear
I take Connie’s gun
From his shaking hand
As he is waiting
For the comfort
Of the cold steel handcuffs-