Hairpin Trigger

-Hairpin Trigger-
by Keaton Foster



Motionless
The wind
Careless
This sin
Killer be kind
There are rules
War
A gentleman’s sport
Murder refined
The enemy
Of my kind
Down range
He has no clue
Absolutely no idea
I hope
He’s made peace
With his God
Because I have
With mine
The crosshairs
Center mass
Slightly left
A round to the chest
Instant death
Lights on
Lights off
As proficient as that
Certainly I could aim
For his head
Right in the face
But even an enemy
Such as him
Deserves an open casket
He won’t feel a thing
He won’t hear the shot
A slug through his heart
At seventy-eight hundred
Feet per second
An explosion
Pink mist
Instant
Fire
Fire
Fire
Snapping the wrist
Boom
Death
Instant the gratification
Delayed the ramifications
He’ll never know
He chose to be here
And so did I
It always comes down
To exactly this
Him or I
Them or me
The winner
And the loser
Hairpin trigger
I’ve become
Exceedingly proficient
Never do I miss
I have one job
One skill
Why not be good
The absolute best
Maybe I’ll regret it
Then again
Maybe I won’t
It will not matter to him
And with that
I can live
Breathe
Release
Aim
And squeeze
Salvation inspired
Death required
He falls to the ground
Lights out
Life over
One more
On the board
My brothers in kind
Will all say
It was good kill
A justifiable homicide
Not I
I’m neither that kind
Nor that cruel
I’m someplace between
He’s not the first
He won’t be the last
I’ll face my judgment
But not right now
There is killing to be done
Murder under God’s sun
War
A gentleman’s sport
There’s another
Hairpin trigger…


Hairpin Trigger
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2017.