Sadly sifting through an hourglass
watching grains of life escape
brown eyes clashed with sand
the old man smoked
sensing the air about him
close by a forest creature filled
the copse with smells of dangerous
odors like urine, feces, and semen.
His hands trembled lightly like twigs
beneath a vulture’s claws,
he unlocked his island heart carefully
and placed a bullet there.