Seven shots sound
Simultaneously
The signal (?)
READY!
..and from the prisoner
“Hail Mary full of grace…”
AIM!
“..now and in the hour of our death…”
FIRE!
“..Amen.” And a final excretory moan from the mouth of a dying man.
Perhaps it was conscience
That triggered straight shooters
To stray. For one less than seven wounds
Brought justice slowly to
A beating heart.
Red-blooded and condemned
The rosary fell to his feet.
Head bowed, hooded
Body bound.
Winter’s icy chill conjured steam from
Mouths of the living and
Rose up from death’s new blood.