a spume of blood explodes the skull heroic of a man
his brain more left than right split asunder by a bullet
a capsule in time
as schizoid as its oscillation
but deadly in its random fatal decision
the only victor
death in the afternoon
and it was afire baking like the sun
Flynnpoetry 
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