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Russian Roulette (Free verse) by <~>

Twenty years later, the first thing I notice Are your laughing eyes, laughing after everything Crazy, maybe... but surely kind (I didn't know about the accident) When you crack a smile, the cracks bleed true Leaking out the light behind colored blue blue blue let the sorrow through Everything will be True Your tears would have drowned his ghost had he ever appeared; instead they Dry in the wind as you ride home helmetless, alone He left you undone, still Laughing until that shot stopped everything; in the kitchen, ruined by that hole he blew and you never heard the crack but The recoil sent you sprawling He didn't leave a note or clean up his mess He left you with a toddler and a ring--between you Just all that blood The one you loved was gone before he left He took the bet Six chances to prove something Five held nothing for him One cashed in and Found what he was looking for

Rex Karrs 28-Sep-02/8:28 AM
Zinni - I avoided reading this one because of the title - too obvious and somewhat pedantic. I think you could lose the whole first stanza, not water down the focus; which is the ones left behind (as it always is) and not glorify the act. I can only think of Virgina Hamilton Adair's poem on her husband's suicide, "one ordinary evening" 8




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