newark

some more rough drafts - yes sniper poetry as its been called is back. These will be in the third book


Flash

for # 32

Your weakness
Is beginning to show
After only three days
You have started to look haggard

You know something is wrong
You can sense my evil
Lurking around you
Though over a mile away

I have tracked you over
A hundred eighty two kilometers
In the rain and through rough terrain
Never have you seen me

Not in the darkness
Nor in broad daylight
You know I am out there
Why cant, you see me

You stop to rest for your men
Your kindness will be costly
The last mistake, you will ever make
It is my job to take your life

You killed for fun
Cleansing you called it
My orders say
TOS Terminate on Site

From a ridge a crawl down to
Twelve hundred thirty six meters away
In some brush behind a rock
I ended your life with a flash


Sleeping Beauty

For # 20

You were too valuable to waste
How could I just shot you
From three quarters of a mile away
I have a special treat to you

As I entered your tent
I see you sleeping like an infant
You almost look innocent
Youre a child in a mans body, perhaps 22

I watch over you for a moment
Thinking if I should kill you in your sleep
I realize you should be awake
For what is about to happen

You show no regard for life
How many husbands did you kill
Only after you made them watch
As you took their wife

I ready my left hand
To clasp over you mouth
And in a quick fluid motion
I drop it down and shake you

So that I am sure to wake you
I jam the back side of my knife
Smack dab into your windpipe
Crushing it and your voice box

You can not yell and you are awake
Barely can you breathe
You are my victim and at my mercy
But it will not be found

I cut your left ear off three quarters
Then puncture your right lung
Then pull out three of your back teeth
Before I cut you from belt buckle to sternum

I tuck you back in and watch you die
Before I make my exit
I take your lighter
After I start a fire

It will aid my escape
And perhaps hide my visit
I only need an hour head start
To vanish without a trace

I saw your pain
It was genuine as it comes
The night sleeping beauty did
Met the prince of darkness