Firing Line

Smoke and fire jump out,

            sparks spit, dissipate to 
            sharp cracks, rude bangs,
            farther down spread a buffeting
                        BOOM. 
Oiled steel concussion meets,
            match the beat
                        within.
Overloaded senses seek instruments
            that deal danger,
Comfort and sometimes
            something more
                        dark
            sure and unsettling,
            spread behind a sharp line.
Move, reach,
            caress polished potential. 
Wander beyond that line
            drift downrange
            toward dark silhouettes,
                        armless men
            two dimension dancers. 
Walk transparent
            through invisible flow,
            copper coated soft centered,
True through
            beyond from dark death
            to light
                        life.
A poke a pull a heat
            ripple outward,
            finally free finding
                         flight.