The Assassin Academy by David Spicer

I yearn for cherry blossoms:
Tokyo this time of the year announces
itself in my memory of orientation
and resurrects an unfulfilled
desire to devour a few hors d’oeuvres
from the crystal bowl at the banquet
on this moonlit beach near Rio.
I hear samba drums in the distance,
study peers holding hands
with their bikinied girlfriends,
café awnings protecting us
from the heat as unicorn balloons float
high, high, higher into the clouds.
No longer students with book bags,
but graduates of the Assassin Academy
holding rifles in our hands, we hear
shots from the tower east
of the shore, and a sniper picks
off all ten of us one by one, save
one, who just a couple minutes
ago blasted him in the right eye, like
the snake he was, with one bullet
from my Beretta. Damn, I can
smell the cherry blossoms!

David Spicer

David Spicer has had poems in Chiron Review, Alcatraz, Gargoyle, Ploughshares, The American Poetry Review, and elsewhere. The author of Everybody Has a Story and four chapbooks, he’s the former editor of raccoon, Outlaw, and Ion Books. He is scheduled to have From the Limbs of a Pear Tree, (Flutter Press) released in the Fall of 2017.

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