“Her Last Shred of Humanity”

A shot echoes
In the valley.
A horse rears
As its rider
Clutches his chest.
Blood spreads
Across the man’s shirt
As he falls
To the ground
His foot
Trapped in the stirrup.

The horse runs
Dragging the man
Beside him
Before he comes
To a stop.

Young girls
To the man’s side
And try to free him.

A woman
Holding a smoking musket
From the protection
Of nearby woods.
A moment of remorse
Is quickly forgotten
As she denies
Conscious acceptance
Of her assault
On her unsuspecting

She leaves
Her last shred
Of humanity
As she hurries
The safety
Of her home.

(Written for dVersepoets, Open Link Night Week 70, November 13, 2012.)

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17 Responses to “Her Last Shred of Humanity”

  1. Half a league half a league,
    Half a league onward,
    All in the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred:
    ‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
    Charge for the guns’ he said:
    Into the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.

    My immediate thoughts-Tennyson

  2. I started reading thinking I have read this before LOL This is such a wonderful novel everyone should be jumping to get it. I can’t wait for the next….God bless and keep you!

  3. brian miller says:

    dang…nice intensity….and says as much in what it leaves unsaid than it does the great imagery…will have to look up your novel now because that was really good…

  4. ayala says:

    Great imagery, nice share.

  5. hedgewitch says:

    Murder is an abdication of mutual humanity indeed. Atmospheric narrative poetry.

  6. Sabio Lantz says:

    So, am I wrong? You took a paragraph of your novel, split up the lines and called it poem?

  7. I just ordered your book on Kindle and look forward to reading it. I LIKE your poem based on the dominate incident in your book.

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