11-22-2025, 11:21 PM
Targets
Life is less than a flicker,
a wick gone dark, a last breath.
Its value hard to measure, harder to price,
but I manage.
I don't remember their names.
Those are for the living.
They are an address,
a predictable pattern,
an exit wound,
and a wire transfer.
After the trigger,
I wait in this room.
A magic-bullet moment
leaving another
to take the blame.
Life is less than a flicker,
a wick gone dark, a last breath.
Its value hard to measure, harder to price,
but I manage.
I don't remember their names.
Those are for the living.
They are an address,
a predictable pattern,
an exit wound,
and a wire transfer.
After the trigger,
I wait in this room.
A magic-bullet moment
leaving another
to take the blame.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson