Part XXI

(9 Poems to go and there is still so much to discover
including things to discover for myself.

Part XXI is again from the eyes of the killer)

XXI

Smoking buttons

Hectic in broken gasps

Calculating in incidental music

Stealing past his nerves,

Master-like with his rifle

Hardly moving

Through her valley of abuse

That still laced his ears

Driving faster and faster

Until he pulled in

Drawing aside that door

That led onto the roof

Startling himself

With each shot fired

Looking for her love

With each hit scored

Leaving the artist behind

In a matter of moments.