Thursday, 2 April 2009

The Killing

He stood staring at his shadow
At the long dark patches of grass
As the sun dipped to meet the sea
His spirits sunk even lower

What black vistas was his mind visiting?
What dark dungeons was his heart held in?
What did the smiling babe see
that caused this metamorphosis?

His brother lies dead near his feet
His hands still hold the red blade
His heart still races as he recounts
the last sputtering breath of the dead

Does his soul weep to see
the carnage wreaked by his hands?
To kill a brother is one thing
but to do it cos his God is not yours...

Alas, we are mistaken my friend
He smiles as the black face that smiles green
to see the briefcase finally arrived
with the cash for the deed performed

2 comments:

Akash Verma said...

wow! i mean....wow!

"To kill a brother is one thing
but to do it cos his God is not yours..."

....tho i hear words abt this issue all the time...but as of this moment...all i can say is...wow!

Unknown said...

Great poem...I love this kind of noir stuff