The Guns Jumped

The guns jumped

And he nearly fell

But he kept a-foot

By will

And a lapse in gravity

His family cried

And swore

All the males

Of their name

Would bear his

His heart burst

In his chest

And finally

The lightness of heart

He had missed since boy-hood

Returned

His remains

Were turned to ashes

Later that same day

By his family

And eaten

As black bread


Copyright 2010 Joran C.A. Monteiro