TheBanyanTree: Cloaks and Daggers

[smack58 at nycap.rr.com]

Cloaks and Daggers
~by Sharon Mack ©2012


Cloaks and daggers
Vests and pocket watches
With chains of platinum and gold
Adorn my grandfather
Of many years past
His death a tragic one
Set in a coffin of
Silk and satin
And blood
With his sons to follow close behind.


And I?
The only female offspring of the family
Was passed by for man after man
Until now
When all are dead in their graves.



I stand alone in the night
The full moon
Flickering
As it is passed over by the floating
Cirrus clouds 
Allowing  the black of night 
And the occasional star to reach my gaze
And pluck me from my reverie.



The cloak I wear
Made by my mother’s boney hand,
The daggers from her uncle
And the watch from her long lost brother
Large and heavy in my breast pocket
Of the red, red as blood
Satin vest with diamond buttons.



I deem myself ready for the hunt
And breathe heavy and long
The air cold and clear.
It smells of the blood I seek
And I move stealthily
Through the city alleyways.