Yellow Man

I killed a man today —
A yellow fellow.
A fluke, they say —
A moment of brave fortune,
A “good day”.
Blinded by the smoke,
Trying not to choke,
He gave the game away —
Stupid yellow fellow!
Shot, clean through his throat,
My whizzing bullet broke
His yellow skin
And entered deep within —
Doing violent mischief.
Then, continued on it’s way,
Perhaps to ricochet,
Or kill another yellow fellow today,
Or fizzle out and fall,
Forgotten in the mud,
And all while Yellow Man
Dances his ballet,
Letting out a shriek,
A bloody leak —
Arterial demise!
Unable now to speak,
But for his yellow eyes.