Sniper Dreams

I see their ghosts ... dancing before me like madmen like moon-daubed scarecrows of the corn hurling curses like daggers (righteous retribution) ... I see their eyes ... the gleams change to glaze with every considerate nuzzle of the trigger recoil punching my shoulder (yin to a horrid yang) ... I see their sorrow ... in a last instant of confusion the tear that will birth a thousand more from the dear ones left behind (even these ... loved) ... I see their smiles ... the glow of sensate jubilation for the fiery hell I have doomed myself to a calamitous conflagration, eternal (damnation ... for duty) ... In my dreams ... I see.