The Sniper

Twilight,
Faded into night.
Heavy guns roared
Machine-guns,
Rifles,
Slice the silence.

Civil war.
Should he risk a smoke?
He struck a match.
A flash,
Boom.
 
An armored car,  
Enemy car.
Gray monster.
Old woman,
Talks,
Informer.

“I’m hit.”
Pain,
Bullets fly,
Her body,
In the gutter.

A plan.
One bullet.

Enemy,
Hit.  
Falling forward,
Body
Meets
Ground.

He shuddered.
Bitten,
By sour remorse.
Curiosity,
Killed the cat
Hail,
Of bullets.  
 
Brother,
Fought
Brother.  


This poem is based on the short story 'The Sniper'. It sounds weird the way it is worded, because it is a found poem. I know it is different than what I usually write, but please read it and give it some thought. I was also wondering, if anyone could help me think of a better title, as I need to hand this poem in soon. Thank you!