I made him stretch before I killed him.
With respect, and irrespective of the fact
there were no armies; he and I alone
in dark forest. I had him undress.

Had he harmed me; had he bettered
the world? Yes; of course--
Revelation permeates--
The dying man wiped his brow.

I shot him and did not hear a sound.
There was a humorous contraction.
The body splay, no longer sly.

I shot him in the throat.
He had tried to say what was liked.
Wisdom unprofound.