A Killing

			
The man he killed was long and lean
And in his mind he held him mean
Atop the hill a moving rock
Domed with dust and hidden thought
He breathed a sigh and a snarl
A fool, a liar, and a coward
From ash to dust and dust to ash
Across the field sailed the hateful past
And heaven’s bell did toll
A single knelled ring
Be it dirt or blood or thought
Some fine powder, of earth or body or soul
Wafted from the hole