Burning Out

A conflagration of life erupted from the wound
The shooter stared, eyes absent of their previously indignant fire
Blinded by the bullet that had in an infinitesimal moment connected the two
With a heavy lead bond, tethering him permanently to the sight

The steaming crimson release sang with an eloquent quietude
Of the ever tenuous grip on life, murderously and abruptly broken
The final luminous sparks indicative of the souls presence leapt from the hole
Burning their way into mudded irises, cauterizing pupils

The guttering glow faded from the sacred hearth and limbs turned to ash
As molten life seeped out of previously bustling vessels
Charring grass, coating in soot the impromptu tomb
And smoke rose up beckoning the shooter to quiet his furnace

Tongues of guilt sprung up to lick his eyes and consume his purity
And in the inferno of right and wrong, anger and action, life and death
A quintessential flame was extinguished and a light went out
The once rosy blush that illuminated his pale skins receded
And by either karmic cosmic justice or perverse regret
His world was reduced to cinders