7.62mm.....It's Life's Chorus
I like, the oily cold feel of the metal.
The menacing, blue black sheen.
As it slowly warms..........in
my hands.
It's a comforting weight.....
It moulds,..... to my soul.
Like Judas, it holds twenty !
It's an international currency,
Pointed, copper coated.....
....bits of lead.
That crack and thump,
800 feet per second .....
......as they, pass through the air.
That whizz n splat...,it takes.....,
It's pound of flesh.
As it tears it's way, on it's path.
Fist size holes appear.
Delivering, it's ......
Message
Of Death.
Giajl © Jim Love