The Man I Shot Poem by India Mysticali

Oh lord, oh dear
what have I done?
I've shot a man
with my own gun.

I waited patiently
with all my might
for some clue to his
position in the night

He shot me first
clear as a bell
but that's not all
of my story to tell

For then, oh dear,
I faked an act
and made it look
like my death was fact

And then I shot him
when he was unaware
and I wondered who it was
who'd fought me so fair

I turned over his corpse
What, then, did I see?
my dear, little brother
staring back at me.