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