Over the lips, <br />through the gums, <br />as I pull the trigger, <br />my shotgun hums. <br /> <br />Reverberation, <br />a sound of thunder, <br />his cranium explodes, <br />full-blown asunder. <br /> <br />Before I pump another round, <br />his body impacts with the ground, <br />and percussion abounds, <br />of an acoustical sound. <br /> <br />An opprobrium, <br />of connate aggression, <br />released from, <br />a single transgression. <br /> <br />I love you dad, <br />thanks for nothing...<br /><br />Joshua Fegley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-act-of-patricide/
