Sunday, 10 April 2011

The Duck's Question

The quiet sky was rent, and through the tearing shreds 
a duck fell dying
I thought I’d heard her laughing once.
Landing on the water with a gentle splash
her broken body spun.

As death and current carried her away 
she caught my eye
With a look that chilled my spine
Then, as her question hung between us
She was gone

Through blinding tears I started out 
towards the guns
with murder in my heart
to lash out, seek revenge or just
an answer.

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