you could say it was
the death that started
a great war
a life dropped
on a tipping scale
sending it crashing
until you could
barely see
the shards of brass
a life dropped
followed by millions more
he was merely a student
when he pulled the trigger
making the move
that launched armies of soldiers
filled the air with gas
that could drown you on dry land
sent shipments of lives
to the underworld
you could say it was
the death that started it all
but the world was already
a pot of stew, a few bubbles
away from overflow
two ropes tied together
with threads, one tug
away from tear
and when it breaks
the ropes strain
almost unwinding into threads
until they are only a shadow of themselves
yet they continue
tearing each other apart
the great war, it was called
the war to end all wars
but it didn’t
though we all wish it had
… right?