He woke up with a steaming head
Because of a dream he knew was true
That his wife was in another man’s bed
She sees the blood behind his face
Asking “How can you be an idiot with a heart!”
The gun quakes as he makes her waste

A hole in her forehead
Skin and bones split
To pour the blood
With a bullet in her brain
And a body at his feet –
An innocent gun and guilty hands
Stared at each other
In the quietest room that night
Until the police come
To take him home.