In a small town

I know not what I write
for I don't live here
or know the daily suffering
I am in passing
temporary
fleeting
I hear-
bells sound in the distance,
of the great church
lovingly built-
sand stone block by sand stone block
stained glass intricately melded together
to form the Virgin Mary, Jesus in arms
by the nothings of this town-
the minions walk in single file to hear the words that will save
them from damnation-
and down the road,
as deep forest meets,
a young man meets his destiny-
a single bullet chosen by his best friend
the boy he grew up with-
ate from the same plate
to deliver the message from those much higher in the chain of-
greed
wealth
and a self attested power
to a boy who only wanted what was rightfully his
but knew within his heart of hearts
he would never have