Hate

One man killed another. The saying between them had been " I'd give you the shirt off my back." The killer wept over the dead. The dead if he looks back knows the killer was sorry. It was a shot in one second of hate out of ten years of love. Why is the sun a red ball in the six o'clock mist? Why is the moon a tumbling chimney ? . . . tumbling . . . tumbling . . . " I'd give you the shirt off my back" . . . And I'll kill you if my head goes wrong.