By Rick Kennett
The target's in the cross-hairs, you’re strapped at fire-control
You see it in your inner eye, you feel it wrap your soul
Your need to strike and strike is a compelling, compulsive urge
While weapon scan and mind of man you feel begin to merge
It is you as you are it and together you are one
As in they sweep from stellar deep beings of another sun
Psychically you anticipate
the thrusts of these Others who
You need to hate, annihilate
They’re not the same as you
Enraptured you press the firing stud
The lasers sing their song
They pulse in ragged rhythm
bang and bang and on and on
The screen flares white
in cosmic night
You laugh a crazy laugh
The battle has lasted a full second and a half
With that it’s done, it’s over, you’ve won the righteous war
The Others that sweep from stellar deep will intrude your space no more
But for now you’re unaware, your spirit’s electrified
It’s only later you realise that Humanity has survived
And later still you know your own humanity has all but died
About the Author
Rick Kennett
Rick Kennett has for many years not been owned by a cat, and these days has to make do with talking to next door's white Tom who sometime condescends to talk to him.
A kind and gentle soul he nevertheless delights in strolling through graveyards and writing of madness, mayhem and wars with hideous caterpillar aliens.
His latest publication, "The Crooked Rook", contains 21 short stories and flash fictions, some of which even Rick finds disturbing.