The Killing: a reinterpretation

TRUTHS are empty shells words cannot fill.

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I stood stock still,
watched the killing
as one notes motions in a game
The speaker spoke angry words
that angered him who shot the speaker through his chest.
Three times the speaker shuddered
as three bullets sped.
A touch of laughter shuddered me,
closed my lips
as though to assuage.

I would have run but dared not leave this scene
as then I’d lose its mystery for a twisted dream.
I tried to fathom how a killing from words could result.
I turned, walked away, thoughts displaced.

This is what I saw.
If you do not believe me
then truths are only whispers
hallucinations call.

– sigmund weiss

mb3-5 The Killing accent