“We do this every night.
We go to a house,
we fuck with some people,
and we leave.”
He’s got a gun within reach.
He’s a threat … in that second
I shot him, two times in the forehead.
Bap! Bap!
The second time as he’s going down.
He crumpled to the floor in front of his bed
and I hit him again.
Bap!
Same place … he was dead. Not moving.
His tongue was out. I watched him take
his last breaths, just a reflex.
And I remember as I watched him
breathe out the last part of air, I thought:
is this the best thing I’ve ever done, or the worst?
From ‘I killed him’: US Navy Seal who fired the shot that killed Osama bin Laden breaks his silence.
Verbatim Poetry 