Poetry

Between the night and day 
I will go─ 
for an icarian fall. 
 
A commitment to resistance 
was over. I am 
melting under the moon. 
 
Hold my hand. A 
dramatic front was ready─ 
to destroy me. 
 
Celebrating the death 
was an intense mistake. It 
was becoming a practice run─ 
 
for the hangman─ 
to sharpen his skill. There 
was a long row of sinners.