Steel of the gun; cold.

knowledge of things,

but, even colder.

Its nozzle, to his forehead,

Between the eyes,

Where his parents,

Once kissed and blessed.

And one who only kissed.

Fingers on the trigger,

Never trembled;

neither ever pulled.

death was coldest, he knew.

the cold hearts around-

would stare his soul cold,

Cremate and exhume him,

tirelessly till they felt some warmth

or it was time to attend home.

Cold Gun