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.
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