He was heard on the taped message to say
The gun was his to keep, there on the ridge
Of the mountain where he had come to find
The one who had done him wrong.
As the clouds gave way, the Beelzebub
Leopard was seen running past.
He held his fire for the pagan god
Behind the silent tumult,
Seeking the chance to lodge a bullet
In the heart of one who offered
Such distressing choices so he might
Bring him hard to ground.August 2006
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