Monday, July 8, 2024

Assassin Sonnet

An exceptionally incompetent
Assassin seems to have been tracking you.

You got jaundice. You got cancer. You got
Sepsis. You were wreathed in a cloud of tubes.

You got a hernia that grew and grew.
You compressed and fractured a vertebra

Without hardly noticing it. You puked
Blood, you shit blood, you got holes in your gut.

You got yourself cauterized frequently.
And still, in all this, you’re missing something,

And you keep breathing. You swear you can hear
The desperate assassin whispering

Prayers at impossible distances, Lord,
Lead us the way we want to go, Amen.

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