Assassin
legend has it
all right about you, down to the last bullet
of how you sang through grenades
at boulder-lashed, whitewash-loaded rivers
dissolving mountains
with a charm you merely hinted
from summertime abroad
quiet
while I summon your demons
quiet
while I load your gun
you could have been anyone of us that life
but your song had an undertone
and
boy
did you sing it well
Copyright © Clive Culverhouse | Year Posted 2023
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