Does the shot stop the man who falls
when the bullet hits his chest
does it wound itself?
Or does the bullet learn not
to fire at a man who clutches
his weeping chest because death
from a barrel extinguishes life.
Does the slug cry out murderer?
Does the bullet think of the man
as it whistles through the air
for even one living second.
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