ADVENTURES OF DOG KILLER

Dog killer crouches
at the window, grips
 the AK47 as if it were

a wild animal lunging
at its prey, incisors
flashing, machete-like claws

ready to eviscerate. He takes aim,
squeezes off a single round
that rebukes the afternoon miasma

with an abusive pop. The round
violates the dog
at the scruff of the neck

and exits with a plume of blood
and viscera, particles like fluorescent
insects spewing in all directions.

There is a yelp as the dog
collapses to the pavement
like a wilted flower.

Dog killer smiles admiringly
at his handiwork, while he waits
for another command

from the unknown radio station,
but it doesn’t matter, for
the voice broadcasts on all frequencies