Hate by Carl Sandburg
ONE man killed another. The saying between them had been â€œIâ€™d give you the shirt off my back.â€
The killer wept over the dead. The dead if he looks back knows the killer was sorry. It was a shot in one second of hate out of ten years of love.
Why is the sun a red ball in the six oâ€™clock mist?
Why is the moon a tumbling chimney?â€¦ tumbling â€¦ tumbling â€¦ â€œIâ€™d give you the shirt off my backâ€ â€¦ And Iâ€™ll kill you if my head goes wrong.