Forgetting

The rifle inches from flesh with a sickening lust
and the smoke curling like ringlets on your head.

The deafening blows from the gun quicken your
heartbeat and you walk. No you run away from all
of the spent bullets.

You have died and they have died.
It's all a rush of adrenaline and a deafening blow
to the life you've known and a job worth forgetting.