The Sniper

With an arrogant display of humility

   he claims none of the credit

   for the work he has done

giving it all to fate

to the gun

but he loves to pull the trigger.

Evident in the way he cannot refrain.

He plants his feet

as if he belonged

and the adrenaline swells

the I-AM-GOD rush rises passionately, angrily, demanding blood and pouring red hot through the cracks in his careful facade

   jaw clenched - teeth worn to grittle -

   but his hands still do not shake.

He takes his time.

With precision and almost motherly care

he flicks the safety to off.

In a moment of eerie silence

gravity is suspended

and he is alive

for he lives to pull the trigger

although it means someone must die.

It isn't personal.

  just a spray, a spattering of life on the sidewalk.

He relishes the moment of freedom

   but it is just as much a chain.

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