Snipe Hunt.
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Early morning haze...
rush hour time
people hurrying ...scurrying
like bugs on a
web of concrete
most moving
faster then usual
for there is an
edge in the air.
A spider in the
midst of the
daily routines
intent on
disruption by madness.
Many Folks eyes
glancing rabidly
to rear view mirrors
pupils rolling
peripherally
at stop lights
praying for green..
screaming at yellow
cursing the red when
it blazes it's command.
Hearts jackhammer
high above
the concrete street
in SUV's and V.w.'s
and Lexus limiteds
streets quite bare...
Feet dash in
clipped cadences
upon exiting
buildings or autos
over to the next t
hreshold of safety
A game of tag...
that could end
in a toe tag
delivered by a
white box truck
cruising at normal speed.
Hooded eyes sharp
with razor edged lids
watching for prey
but also for hunters
tin badged maggots
that would steal
the thunder
that has felled nine :( now..
and next comes ten.
Like death on wheels
he roams selecting
the next to fall.
With one clean shot,
a wicked smirk
twists his face,
new headlines
scattered on the seat,
his name in bold
though not yet known.
It is of him
the daily pulp
is printed on the pulp
of long dead trees
the trees that shelter
his cruel deeds.
He cackles when he
sees them bleed,
his only goal kill
then recede,
the target has
been spotted now,
quite perfect it will cause,
ripples of shock
to stretch anew
across the miles....
new terror strewed.
He slows without
it looking planned
pulls in the shade
of tall oak trees
removes a rifle
once encased
an extension of
his phallic power.
The moment's now
..the killing hour
as a mamma lifts
the tiny babe
from the stroller,
Where it reaches up
anticipating mother's warmth
mom's bellie's round
with new life too
and in three months
there will be two.
He waits to set
the rifle on
his cheekbone for
the perfect sight
of a baby snug
against a mom
whose carrying two...
a coup de grace
to kill all three
with one tight shot
a hollow point
that tumbles round
inside their organs..
rip and tear
and leave no hope
of healing there.
His one eye squints,
he holds his breath
when it's released
with it comes death.
His finger squeezes
oh so slight
the trigger that
will bring delight
to his sick soul
when late tonight
he masturbates
over the sight
of mama...babe..
and unborn's plight .
The seconds slow
the babies held
chest high by mom
a perfect meld
his finger moves a tiny bit
about to score
the perfect hit .....
Then...." B L A M ...B L A M...B L A M !!!"
his head explodes...
brain tissue spatters
life erodes...
in a blur of red
and white and black,
his body slumps..his finger slack.
His rifle clatters
to the floor
his soul arises
to the roar
of demons as
they snatch away
all that he was
for this he'll pay.
The baby coos
and mamma smiles
feeling the kick
of unborn child
as silently I drive away
snipe hunt complete..
it's judgement day.
no trial..no pleas..
no insane claims
that he lost his head...
he's so ashamed
no life in prison
he's to blame
I caught him using
his own game
it's over...I blew
out his brains
now Maryland
can sleep again.
*A scenario I wish I could have exacted.
As an ex-marine sharpshooter
this was my fantasy....
to have had one clean shot
at this illiterate scrotum
and remove a scab
from the flesh of our nation....
I wish I could've tracked him....
and moved him from a white box truck
into just a plain white box.....
Written October 13th, 2002
during the tag team sniper shootings in Maryland
