"Sniper" (a poem)

[shadowknows69]

The enemy is sneaking, creeping
looking for place to hide,
in nearby tree or window high.

Typical day for us.
Another patrol,checkpoint guard
or distributing foodstuffs.

Small pop rings out
can barely hear the sound
Wet spray hits my face before I hear it, what's that taste?
My battle buddy drops to the ground.

A sudden slump and he's a crumpled mess
Hole where his eye once was,
Missing blood and bone
Grab his face. Where's the rest?

Chaos rules and I return the fire
Spraying lead all directions, hitting nothing
Once again sniper fires.

My turn now, slug hits my chest.
Before I hear the sound,
It ignores the plates in my vest.

Brothers rush to me as I fade, screaming I hear.
And more pop, pop, pop. The sound we live for and that we fear.
Just wanted to man my post, do my duty, protect our hosts.
Just one man with a deadly eye,
reminds me that they didn't want us here.
S

[shadowknows69]

1. Had an email request to repost this one too, and they're similar

"Humvee"

They tell us we're strong, but I'm afraid.
So are my friends. This feels so wrong.

Day after day we ride the roads of rubble that we've made.
Looking for ghosts in houses and boxes hidden in shade.

Every corner might be our last, drive fast, but can't beat the blast.
The sound deafens, being thrown now, mind remembering my past.

Which way am I heading?
Is this my body shredding?

Pain, sticky syrup and pieces of my friends.
Metal, fire and I become one, then darkness. The futile ride finally ends.
S

[shadowknows69]

2. one kick

no, horrible poetry lovers here?

[hermetic]

3. Awww

We Vogons love your poetry. Really though, I always like what you write. Hope you are well.