Rebelliously <br />leaning his rifle <br />against the taut wires <br />of the fence <br />he stepped over, <br />pivoting <br />on his leading foot <br />watching as the barrel <br />began its slow arc <br />towards him; <br />the hair trigger <br />jarring <br />as the bead <br />of the sights <br />clipped a barbed twist, <br />the crack of firing <br />annihilating <br />the quail-heavy <br />fields.<br /><br />John Kinsella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-farm-boy/
