Killing an Arab

standing on a beach with a gun in my hand staring at the sea staring at the sand staring down the barrel at the arab on the ground see his open mouth but hear no sound i`m alive i`m dead i`m the stranger killing an arab i can turn and walk away or i can fire the gun staring at the sky staring at the sun whichever i choose it amounts to the same absolutely nothing i`m alive i`m dead i`m the stranger killing an arab feel the steel butt jump smooth in my hand staring at the sea staring at the sand staring at myself reflected in the eyes of the dead man on the beach the dead man on the beach i`m alive i`m dead i`m the stranger killing an arab