Christmas Sniper
Fingerless glove wrapped still hands
breathing steady, sick breeze, yardage planned.
Heiliger Nacht danced on still air
Alles schlaft my gift as I stare
From where I lie no clue to foe
watching through dim evening glow
Movement now down tommy way
as shadows cross, slow clumsy prey
No face no friend of mine the unborn
trigger squeeze and chest all torn
Reload quick another there spinning away
the thump of fall, scarlet spray
No movement now save greatcoat smoke
as earth and ground devours, choke
A telegram chill Christmas Eve
opened shaking unbearable grief
What wife will tears shed o’er the sea
one less ribbon box for the tree
Stille nacht alles schlaft
the devils grotesque Christmas craft