A great assassin
you’d thought to be
with pointed eye;
well aimed words.

And I,
in my own shadow
fading,
skulking, evading.
 
till shirking strategy revised
to meet your eyes.
Saw callow
shallow heart.

A coward.
Though all’s fair
in love and war
it’s said

No one wants
to be the dead, marked
for convenience of
slaughter.

Coward assassin
has a one side game.
Victor nor victim
ever bear a name.

© September 2014