No greys
by cricketjeff on March 20, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A smoking gun, they said.
But no smoke seemed to linger
even before the echoes had died
while the barrel was still hot
the smoke was gone.
On the floor it is just a thing
inanimate
meaningless
a discarded trinket
purpose fulfilled now to be forgotten.
And there you lie
just the same.
There are no greys
in matters of life and death.
English