The crazed assassin
Expending his last straw of reason
Empties the shells of his despair
On the foyer, the same urge to kill
Falls from us too, the same unburdening.
You have no right to refuse anything
But your whole life is one tribute to refusal,
Refusing to cross the bridge
To another, whose demands are not to be
Debated and sequestered and denied, are not even demands
But only questions, opportunities...
How long does it take you to back down, or fire?
You felt like you were the one who got trap-doored
By another person's mode of reason.
Like a rubber eraser with a bullet tip, you wobble
But you are numb,
Not clawing at distances.
