I am the headsman.
I collect
the blank stares of the
stupid,
the ineptitude of the
clueless,
the relentless levity of the
perpetual clown.
I am the headsman.
I collect
the pride of the
arrogant,
the boasts of the
insecure,
the innocence of the
naive.
I am the headsman,
I collect
the schemes of
my enemies,
the dreams of
my friends,
the fantasies of
my lovers.
And when I can
no longer
lift the gift of death
I bear,
I will set the bloody basket afire,
and climb on top
to burn
away,
the final dissolution
of
disillusions…
© Alfred W. Smith Jr.