Over the lips,
through the gums,
as I pull the trigger,
my shotgun hums.

Reverberation,
a sound of thunder,
his cranium explodes,
full-blown asunder.

Before I pump another round,
his body impacts with the ground,
and percussion abounds,
of an acoustical sound.

An opprobrium,
of connate aggression,
released from,
a single transgression.

I love you dad,
thanks for nothing...

Joshua Fegley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-act-of-patricide/