His weapon sits
Perfectly on his hands
While sweat drips down
From his forehead
To the faded black shirt-
His favorite.
He held his hands up
And the weapon closer
To his sharp iris,
So he could eye his target,
Take the time,
And shoot.
Socrching heat,
Pouring sweat,
Heavy weapon,
Everything never mattered.
"That was a good photo,
Let's make it better"