Hand

Unclenched

Bag fell

At the sight

Of you

 

Men ran

Away

Averted

Their eyes

Couldn’t

Bear the

Sight

Of you

 

Consultant

Briefed

We sighed

I questioned

‘Would you?’

 

Hands

Shaking

A mutual

Understanding

 

Taking

Your hand

Thumbs

Tried to

Rub

Away

Fears

Turning

To tears

Reflected

 

Consulted

Hand  

Shook

A duty

Of care

 

To 

Answer 

My request

 

"Please

Pass me

A gun"

 

He did

Not dare