By HC Palmer

I wish to be killed by a sniper.

His efficient nail
does not require a tree
or an IED. I want him to remember
me, magnified, lit up,
hanging on his crosshairs.
I want him to believe
in a different war we might have
been comrades,
in a different war he might have
loved me.

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