Adam’s Ghosts

Our name is Adam and our heart dried,
as we prayed for this, our day of hate,
that we may have release from this shame.
We beckon him, please, to close his eyes,
so we may loosen this polished,
this lightning steel from our right side.
And with pin, and with empty chamber,
our murderer faced his own graceless fate,
and died with these haunted ghosts of mine.