Sniper Dreams Ii

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.