He was outdoors,

casually crushing walnuts
between his biceps
and his forearms
when he heard the
alarm.
With no thought
of his own safety
he crashed
through the plate glass
window,
spraying the room
with savage
bursts from his
pulsating dual Mac-10s.
As the last reverberations
died away he swiveled
his powerful neck toward
the kitchen, strode
over to the stove,
and sent the timer
to HELL where it belonged.