drastic measures

one, two, three
the arm moves in a wide arc.
four five, six, a gentle thump
seven, eig... then chaos erupts
promethus unleashed
screams of pain death and dying
tear at my ears
nine, ten, eleven
quickly look about.
A hornet still trys to sting
twelve, thirteen, fourteen
reverse direction and crawl about
there it is
get a good line of sight
fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
a gentle tap to my shoulder
the work is done
the red haze of adrenalin disspates
replaced by a void
of emotions, and thought.