The Injured Sniper
Twilight faded into night
He lay enveloped in darkness
A man,
One used to looking at death,
Crawls only inches at a time.
A machine gun in the distance
With the same beat of his heart.
He turns over the dead body
To meet the empty eyes
His brother.
No pain.
A simple sensation of sedation
The guns stop.
It hits.
A paroxysm of pain sweeps him over
The pain of a thousand daggers
Recklessness takes hold
Falling forever in this dream.
Morning finds him home.
An Injured sniper