Gravity

An in-breath of braced air,

shoulders steady, balanced.

Below a scream sharp fulcrum,

the rhythmic scrape of
nipples on rough plaid linen shirt.

The slow rise, and sudden

fall of an arm; final 

arc to a place of rest.

The spent bullet left alone,

eventfully rolls from

an emptied eye socket;

an involuntary 
aftermath.

© niall oconnor 2014

Silent epidemic of male suicide.