Blasted
You had me in your sights.
In the crook of your arm, your rifle
Cocked, the trigger fingered, a shot
As you blew me away.
My hands were waving truce
As my body surrendered; falling
Backwards, the air coursing through my hair
Flying, not controlling, where I was landing.
Bang-bang; that stupid song
Bang-bang, and I am gone, rolling
Over and over on velvet ground,
And once the sound,
That shot, echoed to nothing;
All I saw was you closing in, grinning
As my eyes shut; you were muttering
'Good hit: got my prey, now to bag it.'
Now you can boast you
Blasted the heart right out of me.
Forever my pain stuffed and displayed
For all to see, merely one more
Of your trophies.