My Santiago

We live so others can Die

(i)

Today, on rising, New day, high hopes,

New life;

Resurrection of sorts

- back from that Bourne * where no traveller returns - As each morning is,

I cleaned up ants

on the breakfast bar.

No!

I stand corrected.

I Assassinated, Killed, Murdered, Mutilated,

scores

of lives.

Oh, but in my defence,

Size does make a difference,

And after all, these are little deaths,

Inconsequential deaths,

White lie deaths. *

I am absolved! / It’s a sin to kill!

(*Bourne = land * White lie = a lie that is done for a good cause and strictly does not qualify as a lie)