Unblinking Black Eye

Unblinking Black Eye

By: James Dubeau

The unblinking black eye watched me.

I thought about the size of the holes

It would put into me.

I thought about the quick death

He could grant me.

I thought about the death he brought

Upon my beloved.

I thought about the weight

Of my revolver at my side.

I thought about the days

I spent as a young man

Practicing quick draws in the mirror.

I thought about the aches

In my aging hands.

I thought about the slowness of my revolver

Which had not been fired

In many years before this day.