Killing On The Common
- A hit man kills a singer
I had looked at one of Kim's poems quickly, and thought that it
was titled "Killing On The Common". In fact it was "Chilling"
and not "Killing". Well anyway, this is what I came up with
to fit the title I'd seen.
He was in tip-top condition.
His muscles were in tune.
It was a high price mission.
He'd be number one real soon.
The cold steel gun was dark and worn.
Its barrel straight, precision lethal.
His trade seemed destined since he'd been born.
One in which he had no equal.
He drew the picture from his pocket
And studied the face long and hard.
No doubts or feelings of regret
Ever stopped him leaving his calling card.
Killing on the common would stretch his skill.
The crowds his only cover for an exit.
He cared not for the reason he would kill.
Someone wanted the singer dead and that was it.
The day came and the sun was blazing.
Right at the front with a perfect view.
The lyrics that she started singing,
Were the last words that she knew.
With smoking gun in hand,
He jumped the barrier and ran.
Through the backstage as planned,
Knocking flat the policeman.
Across the common in no time flat,
He crossed the road and bought a beer.
As chasing dogs ran this way and that,
He was completely without fear.
The headlines proved what he already knew.
He was the best assassin money could buy.
He bought a first class ticket with cash and flew.
He had time to relax before his next victim would die.
Category: "Stories", Star-Rating: *
Written by Keith Lambell, July 17th 2003
Poem viewed 33 times since March 2002.