THE ASSASIN'S REGRET

Written by: Frank Azuoma

THE ASSASSIN’S REGRET

I  crawl.
Climb.
Jump. Fall. Dodge.
Recoil.
Aim. Miss. Aim. Miss.
Lie Low.
Wee hours will come.

Behold.  Emerging tigers 
Woken up. Pacing  around
Menacingly scenting up, screening …

Mea  culpa !
Who  called them?
To leak my blood
Sure they will
If they find me out.

Speak
Assassin’s  bullet? 
Speak for your self
When I am gone
If I can go from here.

Am an only palm fruit
Roasting in the fire? 
Am son of living widow
Mea culpa ! My father castrated 
When I was three weeks
My three brothers died at three 
My sister drowned at three
Thrice have I make this trip

Assassin’s bullet
Wait !
Wait until am gone
If I can go here
O God spare me this grudge
Spare my soul for today.