Small assassinations are drilling

making their points felt

deep into the bedrock

      as mountains of trust give way

      sink beneath other leviathans

hopes dashed

fevers tempered by death

while the black hooded wait their turn.

 

Small assassinations take their toll

take comfort from power

feed on and off it from back rooms

      an enemy must be found

      youth is raised up,

      some premature conflagration awaits.

 

Violence is the seed that spreads

and in the ground swell new oaths are taken

re-kindled, as the small assassins rise up

      and,  after the flames of glory consume them

      are soon forgotten.