The Hand Not Given, by Thurston Hurt

REVENGE

The boy was only eight, I said.
He didn't know. For shure.
His mom told me he was quite shy.
A silent soul, no more.

I know , he said, I heard the same.
He did not want to kill.
The other boy was also eight.
His friend, his friend no more.

Comes Billy Hagard, that wise guy.
He said, it was revenge.
The boy fell in a fishing pond.
He never got a hand.