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Holding Death

I held death today.
It wasn’t so black or dark, it was just

Five chances at it;
Five spurts of dirt snake their way up the embankment.
I feel lightning ricochet through my bones
And thunder cracking, dimly, through the headset, fading off in a little trail,
A wisp of whitish smoke.

My aim is good
But too much awe grips me
Because I have learned the art of taking life.

The scent of clover beneath my feet,
Bees bumbling into my goggles and tiny insects of sweat
Crawl down my spine.
I squeeze my lids shut and suddenly glimpse
A frail gilded hummingbird,
Its beauty matched only by its futile
Frantic beating of wings against air.
Yesterday was my first time at the shooting range - it was really sweet and my aim is actually not too bad. (Must be the video games...)
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smeebob Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2009
an interesting outlook on death. it's like.. you're becoming desensitized to it. has alot of resonance with war etc, ironically here, you're only shooting targets!
Professor-Kirby Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
Yeah, sort of becoming desensitized to it upon becoming familiar with it/understanding its significance.
Zombiegasm Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2009
The last passage is really beautiful.
Something about the usage of words, and the way you describe the insects of sweat, it all felt very eerie. Good job.
Professor-Kirby Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you very much. :)
Nimphaiwe Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2009  Professional General Artist
Ooh, I like this a lot.
Professor-Kirby Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks! :D
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