Lightning flashes
Like a flasher’s camera
On the date of his capture
Plans carefully made suddenly unravel
Hidden pasts given up naturally, Time’s way of caring.
The light from the bolt divorced the victim’s last picture
From a night alike a whiteless knight’s colt’s black coat.
In a dirty alley, his curt life ended badly
My kirk-loathing knife bit hard, shorn clothing, though he fought madly…
Stopped moving
Like law abiding citizens at police blue siren mooing
Another for my gallery, beautiful ruin
Writing about a death, like a Mallory in his prison room.
Alchemisland 
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