Anonymity comes easily to some
when spotlights shine
on subjects
‘Over’ scrutiny.
in instances where time
and opportunity
are narrowly enforced
by powers far
superior, by
circumstances choice.
The weight of wrong and
right had scales
reliant then on fate,
with doses of integrity,
and Honor at the gate.
A man named Leslie
more than half
way dead, with talons forged
by deadliness,
with talons,
with talents forged by lead.
took bullets to the chest
and ordered Death itself
to wait.
Sometimes the principle
must carry more than
truth can bear.
Then duty scoffs at limits. Then
it scoffs at mortal coils.
A bullet has fidelity
A bullet earns its spoils.
Somehow,
with life and draining blood
in pools about his feet,
a sniper on his death boots
snuffed the death knells,
ordered Fate
to stand down for a moment
while he chalked a final kill.
The President himself, his task,
must be protected, must live on
though Leslie had to die.
We all remember Harry, yes.
But Leslie?
Never. Why?