A life

Pinned on the ground as blood flowed
A large cut that could not be sowed
A shovel I held in hands
I wondered if he understands
Knowing I had to take his life
Knowing I would feel the grief
Ready but I felt held back
I raised the shovel and thwack
I had put a shovel in his spine
His mourning eyes looking in mine

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