Assassination

The ritual slaying of the attraction

Is not easy to explain

Like the spirit of the Earth

In the most ample sense of the word

The intuitive part of consciousness

Jumps to a religious enthusiasm

Assuming, maybe too cavalierly

To understand the poetic magic

But the final ephemeral flicker

Blazed and burnt out

Like a brilliant comet

In his assassination

They are all dead

I have examined the bodies

They never heard the shot

That drained the vials and stood in silence

2011 By David Jacobi