Sniper Dreams Ii
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I see their ghosts ...
dancing before me like madmen
moon-daubed scarecrows of the corn
hurling curses like daggers
I see their eyes ...
the gleams change to glaze
with every considerate nuzzle of the trigger
recoil punching my shoulder
I see their sorrow ...
in a last instant of confusion
the tear that will birth a thousand more
from the dear ones left behind
I see their smiles ...
the glow of sensate jubilation
for the fiery hell I have doomed myself to
a calamitous conflagration, eternal.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2021
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