The Killing

bang you are dead

The Killing

he felt his rifle wedded to the spine of his brain

bullets fired, bullets exchanged,

a rush of adrenaline,

a tell take reminder

it’s the killing of men

lying in beast well made bed.

He screams, he hollers,

explosions amid as a lost soul wanders,

the kill breathless, the death in honor.

for way upon a foreign soil,

his flag waves him onward

his two feet on Earth,

as the universe shatters.