S - Firing squad

Trapped against the wall
with time ticking away
standing alone with
several guns pointing
at my head.

Panic eating away at my taste buds,
wanting a blindfold
but knowing I'm unable to
escape one notion

every muscle twitching,
every second ceasing,
the shadow slowly
creeping towards
my brittle cell.

BANG !

The first shot
missed.
It's admission
a blunder.

BANG !

The second shot
bounced from the floor
narrowly missing.

BANG !

The third

BANG !

The fourth

both heading for submission
these two missed
their aim just no good
their bullets based on charm
the target just too far.

The final Marksman
aims his pen
his quizzical stance
an unrepentant sin,
but with one slip
he misses the mark
of the political gamble.
Just too sharp.

I slip away without
a mark.
The voting game
is such a lark !

? Lesley Roberts 12 September 2002