the exterminator

the black man came
spraying the perimiters
.
the enfolding began
as the day evolved
acquiring itself
a small future
a meagre destiny for the living .

it would take a day though ,
one measured
by sequential time
a ruse
in which the inevitable is measured ,
as the quarry ,
black
with brown legs
flailing into the diffused light ,
into the
no vote emptiness of eternity
struggled
with God
for one last moment of atonement
in all
the slave drawn streets
of all it's yesterdays.

I watched this calamity
and
without emotion
without remorse
offered oblivion ,
a baptismal of death
beneath the water lilies ,
beneath the bridge of sighs
by the folded signed reciepts
that told me
that
the black man had come and gone
and a royal flush
in this small room
was now
the vini vidi vici
of all
that ever was .