sport of kings
pull!
take a bead, pivot
swing behind the clay!
follow… follow… follow…
squeeze…
now!
air thunder
time split by gunfire
echo tree and sky
clouds shiver, shake loose
a spittle of rain
grey smoke from a cracked gun
shotgun shell, powder hot
earth’s breath rushes back
wind on tufts of grass
soothes the fierce flash
lightning jolt,
the fractured instant
of ultimate power
over life and death.
clay pigeons,
the sport of kings.
a refined passion, they […]
