When you can’t kill the deer
it’s okay to say okay.
Give in to life
and let live.
The one you save may be your own,
and it’s good, you’ve saved many.
But that one life you lose may be
your own as well, at least
a good half of you,
and that is the kind
of sorrow broken apart
that finally quells all killing,
puts guns down for good,
and echoes now how, it’s okay,
I don’t think about one shot anymore.