Bullet casing jingle

 He pulled the pistol aimed quick and shot
The trigger finger curved around and gave itself
Until the barrel exploded  into the head of a prisoner
Ritual could give it meaning

What was live now dead
Sent beyond here, beyond movement
gone gone
stylish holster

Gun fits back in
romance slips from the curse in his voice
as the body falls flat
the last burp

The empty vessel never to heal
no repeats unless the ethereal
has conspired afterlife in angelspeak sing
No repeats so the ritual should mean something

Hot barrel burns the inside of the holster
Excitement in it's heat wanting to be closer to his heart
Wanting to fire into flesh and solve some fiction
Piercing through it's own murdering addiction

Grin flicks brazen tongue between searing teeth
Jaw grit and an instinct to bite back the grief
So he pulls it out and aims with the same purr 
sun glinting off the clean steel chamber

Eyes of the victim wide tearfilled
sigh almost conjuring a plead for mercy
if it weren't for the resolve of the soldier standing over
the cruel hardness that married the gun

servitude in sensual regard bullet casing jingle
Head back half cackle and the trigger finger wriggles
the shot carries through taking that next life
Laying that prisoner flat not a meter from the trench