Saturday, March 5, 2011

Lennie and George

And in the moment between
The lead and iron weighing his hand
And his finger tightening
On cold hard sliver of metal,
Their life flashed before the muzzle.

They had struggled on farms and ranches,
And journeyed miles on dusty roads.
They laughed at simple things
And cared for the happy things of
Puppies, rabbits and each other.

He, the giant beyond his own strength,
Rambunctious, joyous, yet tragic,
Brought forth the final act of a friend
Desperate to save, doomed to kill.
The best true, helpless friends can do.