Friday, February 11, 2011

Jackal

A purloined wallet and a custom face,
Some incidental details made up on
The spot, a couple seconds to erase
My previous existence, a short con
To give a seeming history to this,
A little light research, to give a sense
Of innocence, a limp - maybe a hiss -
To lend some character and fool the dense,
A false trail for the weapons that I bought,
(And some insurance if that doesn't work),
Some bailing wire (a homemade garrotte)
Silent exchanges in the twilight murk,
All to one end, and then he bent, I missed...
Who was that nameless serviceman he kissed?

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