Sense Sonnet - Acher

Late Charge

Thirty five years ago, I shot
Another kid, who would not give
Me my share of a poker pot.
I found out that the kid would live,
And that he decided not to
Turn me into the cops, but he
Told my name and what I did do
To others in his family.
Recently, the guy I shot had
A colon rupture and he died.
That real old gunshot wound gone bad,
And they ruled it a homicide.

The cops came and arrested me
For murder in the first degree.