The assassin’s focus was complete
Rifle held steady, with the target
Held in scoped twin hairs
Soon a head would dissolve
Then return to congratulatory breakfast

But the cold eyed assassin
Found his chilling efficiency
Dissolved comradely friendship
He bcame a ghost unseen, feared
A heaving, unwelcome, burden

Seeking love where he could
The rifle stock nestled lovingly
Beneath his chin and the trigger
Sought out the caressing finger
Heating the barrel passionately

Soon bullets arcing across No Man’s Land
Failed to consummate his death lust
A bloody head gripped tightly
Knife poised- a trophy gained-
The assassin transformed into a ghoul