By the time the bullets pierce

My thorax

And I drown on my own blood

You have only killed a man

When the crowd draws close

Their mouths empty for words

Crying at the scene

You have only killed a man

When my death is pronounced

In somber tone

And the cleanup has begun

You have only killed a man

When the sound of my voice

Sits unrecognizable

Long since departed the ears of my loved ones

You have only killed a man

When my words are found

Scribbled on napkins and papers stuffed in notebooks

And new eyes see your shame

You have only killed a man

When you’re forgotten

Turned to dust

An empty page in the books of history

You have only killed a man


When the lovers smile

And share my words

That this world is beautiful and mean

Wondering about my life

The drink, the inamorata

Revolutions lead and followed

The accounts left for generations

To follow in my unlikely path

My name on their future tongues

Jubilant in my grave

You have only killed a man

Stephen M Crow 2019

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