Down goes the hammer
The pressure builds an explosion
With energy enough to pierce
The sound barrier, a metal
Slug, a bringer oof death,
Twists and writhes through the air
Sprawling behind an empty trail
Spiralling and swirling through
The void, an unstoppable force
Until it meets it’s mark.

As the slug bears down
The hammer recoils back ready to hit another
Harbinger of death
Down below the gentle push
Of a trigger as innocent
As a young child, sets the events
In motion to end the life
Of the person who did not
Give incoming fire the right of way