Paper Targets Poem by Owen Bittner

Paper target, effigy of life
speck in the glass of my Leupold.
Copper-clad embrace restrained by brass
patiently awaiting lethal release.
Paper targets
all they will ever be.

One click to the right, dope to zero
through the wind my chaos will hold true.
Two days in crawling, omniscient taker of life
fusion with surroundings, never seen.
Agenda detached from conscience.
Paper targets
all I allow myself to see.

Life is precious…yeh, life is Precious…
false construct of idealistic life and lies.
Contrived to satiate the masses’ horror
at the things only other countries do.
Expendable if discovered- disowned
invisible heroes or villains one in the same.
Paper targets
soon silenced.

Intention trapped in the hairs
chamber full of unleashed rage.
Exhale as trigger glides smooth
anger and wrath flame forth.
Vapor trail finds its mark.
Paper target sent to the dark.