The Assasin's Regret

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.