A casual thing so slight and airy
     Splintered hearts ground to fine powder.
           Hard leather heel ,headless on the pivot.

Next casualty in the reticle
grist for the mill
cordite in the breeze.

Shadows on the wall
rendered by the blast.

A  casual thing so like a fairytale
   Wintered in the north , now the thawing out.
          Cast with ease behind her, no crying if you please.