Gazing intently across the savannah,
I lean back in from the window,
Pull my focus back to the repeater
And the spent .44 shell casings,
A throbbing down the starboard side of our vessel,
Then grey bears down on the truck like a storm,
I hark back to the bracing position,
Head between hands folded down to my chest.
Time passes and slowly I think to awaken,
Gingerly step from the now smoking wreck.
I wish I hadn’t shelled out for passenger airbags
Where the horn cut a swathe of destruction inside,
A mangled consortium of bone and metal lie behind,
And in front the flat expanse terrorized by the sun.
Notes: This piece was made to fit certain criteria, incorporating both occupational jargon and simile, as well as a different pre-defined progression for every two lines.
1-2) Looks out window
3-4) Focus inside room
5-6) Event outside
7-8) A recollection
9-10) Step outside
Not so subtle hints as to what occupation that might be – so no prizes for answers ok?