The Bullet That Gives Life Poem by Eli Medina

The gun is black just like the reaper at ones end,

but when this shots fired it gives off light that consumes the world,

and when the bullet flies and takes spin for the baby that it nearly missed,

or the lonely mans drunkin sarrow...many lives it took or borrowed,

like the lustful lady and her sweaty fix or one young high school kids quest for vengence,

could it be, one would be mom, unable to cope with what she done...

whatever it maybe, it had its hand at all these ends...

but at its claim to fame its gives life to all these names.