He finished his tale and I called him mad
I named him deranged and christened him loon
He stood unflinching, his eyes only sad
Asking of me only one simple boon
The gun, bullets silver in the moonlight,
To wait for the night’s cold malediction
To end there then that fierce claim of the night
And win back there the unferal unction
How could I believe? How could anyone?
But when dusk faded at last into dark
Flesh and bone betrayed sanity’s reason
And my promise found its fateful mark.
When morning broke, the police there found me
By that naked, and oh so very human body.