Shotgun, Can’t Defend

-Shotgun, Can’t Defend-
by Keaton Foster


Brainless
Dead
Nothing
In the literal sense
A hell of a thing
He came at me
What could I do
Boom
12 gauges of lead
Right to the head
I must admit
I wondered
Just for a second
With regard to the mess
But just as quick
I pulled the trigger
The enemy of me
Is now very much dead
Without any challenge
Without a word on his behalf
In the room was just him and I
One of us is now deceased
The other, ready to finally live
Quickly I confessed
That he got all of
What he deserved
A form of justice served
Payment
For all that he did
Seems fair to me
Such an enemy
I have come to know well
I understand
What he has done
And what he
Would further be capable of
Those way beyond him and I
And our closeted relationship
Will of course
Not understand
He of course won’t
Offer up any opposition
The facts will be clear
Precise
In this case
The dead man
Will tell no tale
The forensics
Will be in favor me
The scene
Perfectly staged
So precise
That like any good lie
For it to be true
All that has to happen
Is that the person telling it
Must believe it as so
If they do
Then the lie is absolute
And in this lie I do
Shotgun, can’t defend
Not what I have done
But what he
Has forced me to do
Such a weapon of ends
Has left him unrecognizable
Not only as himself
But as a human being
When they come
To clean up what I’ve done
They’ll ask me
Why so brutal
Why such force
Such overkill
I will calmly reply
It was simply him or I
It was and eye for an eye
It was very much justified
Maybe they’ll understand
And maybe they won’t
Either one matters none
I could never protect myself
Before this overtly dark day
No longer is that the case
There is a point
In every victims life
Where they
Are no longer victims
Instead they are monsters
Just like the ones
That created them
This is that day
For me as well as him…


Shotgun, Can’t Defend
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.