"reticle" poems
The best laid plans of minuscule precision.
He did cast a giant shadow. To see the pores in pock marked faces 500 hundred yards or more.
To reach across vast fields.
to walk a man down. to take his measure.
the final word said.assured was he that this was the golden moment.
Cross hatches that never lie, to zero.
two clicks right and two clicks high.
never mind spin drift. there was no rift.
The reticle spoke the language of
an eye for an eye as the muzzle let it fly.
Scope relief and slow exhale. The reticle
was on your trail. Would walk you in or lead you out.
adjust for drop a half click skyward.
a click to ease the windward push. do all these things and 'gently squeeze.
to never hear the tolling bell. to send a soul direct to hell.
The reticle knew his lines and spoke them well. Unblinking through the gates of hell.
Silence now darkness. nestled in repose. lost in foliage.
a hasty leave. No one will grieve the reticles loss.
Silently atop the knoll. sits the reticle.
left behind. forever. never to cast his chilling stare.
ten thousand suns will rise and fall as he looks down from his perch.
Oh how the might have fallen.
Cold steel. is all.
blink. and close an eye.
forever.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 8:52 AM UTC
This is what I am
I am the best.
The hide.
I
wait with
Mosin-Nagant.
You will rue the day
as I lay in wait
with
Mosin-Nagant
The wind bites my face
My fingers grow numb
The ground is hard
My will is harder
I put my trust in
Mosin-Nagant
There an flash of color
The clank of steel
I smell the diesel
in the distance a speck
appears then two.
Easy shot whispers Mosin-Nagant.
The column trudges into view.
What order whispers Mosin-Nagant.
Far right then the slowest.
We huddle closely as the reticle sets
on the dead man walking on the right flank.
No easy task . I am Mosin-Nagant.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
To-day we have repetition of parts.
Yesterday we had yesterday, tomorrow morning, we have tomorrow morning.
but to-day, To-day we have the repetition of parts.
While spies under the guise of dark, disguise our art.
To-day we have the repetition of parts.
To-day we have retaliation of their arts, yesterday we had yesterday, tomorrow morning, we have tomorrow; mourning.
But to-day, to-day we have replication of parts.
Bright minds might find a start, but requital is the name of our art.
To-day we have a revenge on our part.
To-day we have the reappropriation of purple hearts,
yesterday we had yesterday,
and the morrows sorrow follow furrowed brows on our enemies part.
Harrowing barrows and gallows are swallowed, by the dark.
Redundancy is a common commodity of ours.
To-day we have a thorough reconnaissance of our purplish hearts, yesterday will bring young blood to further our course.
to-day we will re-vitalize their wars, and re-cycle their arms.
We will retaliate, for every heart they have scarred.
To-night we will light up the dark. Insha’Allah.
To-night we have reciprocation of parts; re-coil; re-load; re-align reticle,
re-coil; re-load; re-align reticle; re-coil; re-load; rinse and re-peat.
a place of peace seems preposterously far,
as we keep firing into the dark.
To-day we have reciprocation of parts.
To-day we have repetition of parts.
Yesterday we had yesterday, tomorrow morning, we have tomorrow morning.
but to-day, To-day we have the repetition of parts.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
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.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
glowbird knows ∆ he can make it, but
the sun drips warnings in front of
our reticle eyes ø
in the dusking smile
you throw
it feels
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC