The Parchment, The Bullet And The Word

 

It was old,

old and failing,

and it was loaded

and when I pointed it at him

he shrank back

afraid.

 

I said

“Do what I want

you to do,

because if you don’t

I will use this.

I’m not afraid

To use this”.

 

He sank to his knees

and prayed

for forgiveness,

prayed to all his little Gods

that I was bluffing

and I would just

leave him be.

 

In the end

I had no choice.

I showed him it

and let the words

engulf him,

overpower him

and destroy him.

 

and when

he picked up the gun

and strapped

the backpack

around him

he was

intoning,

mumbling,

keening..

 

as the bullets

and bombs

engulfed them,

overpowered them,

and destroyed them.

I smiled.

 

For

I am the parchment,

the bullet,

and the word -

and I spare

no one

in my name…