To Kill.

To Kill.

A Poem by RFDIII


The gunman with the heart of gold
inlays intaglio
‘pon his heart-strings.

One etching at a time;
carving ‘pon what’s his,

Never to knot.
“Non ad Nodum.”
Never to Knot.

Ever-naught but naught
inside.

© 2012 RFDIII


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I like this old pistol. Good when guns were art. They were still dangerous. Good description in this excellent poem.
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Added on August 17, 2012
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