The First Time I Ever Really Used My FingerBack
Cracking the barrel open,
I ram in the cartridges
with the palm of my hand.
Snapping it closed
and hefting the shotgun
to my shoulder,
I pause
to scream.
Then the kick,
the flash,
the pain,
the parting skull.
Brains rain down,
a sticky
running
rancid
ooze.
The body falls
and the slaughter has begun.
Another comes:
time to reload.
There's never enough
time to relish
a first zombie kill.
-- Z.T. Oct 8, 1998
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