Two Snipers

Two Snipers
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He breathed hot breath on
His cold partly gloved fingers
Sniffled and looked through the sights
With his jaundiced professional eye
Hidden, lying flat amongst the rubble
Of a bombed out house
In a once beautiful city;
Hour after hour he picked out targets
In his crosshairs
Men like himself
He thought of many things as he
Focused, calculated and pulled the hair trigger
Just a whump,a parting of the air
And their heads exploded
In a fine red spray
He felt immortal,like a god
Until in the fading December sunlight
He saw a glint on glass
And shine of dull gun metal
A puff of smoke,no sound
He never heard the shot
And his last thought was of his mother;t