clouds of another life 
wash across the sunlight 
changing shape as they go by 
thought i saw your face there 
but like them 
you jus' disappear 
disappear into empty sky 
quietly 
and so removed from reason 
hey 
the [bad word] and goes 
to somewhere much higher 
when the silence grows 
can you hear it, sniper? 

visions and memories 
where some one once laid flowers 
for the past and things [bad word] 
thought you were gone 
but i can feel you 
so i turn around 
furn around yes, and there you are 
here again 
can you give it some meaning? 
hey 
ask again, but you say nothing 
hey 

motion without sound 
ice inside the fire 
the stillness in the storm 
silence hides the sniper  [bad word] and go 
to someplace much higher 
and where the silence grows 
can you hearit, sniper? 

what goes through your sniper's mind?