Down through the labyrinthine passages,
Tunnels and clearways interspersed
With stairs, winding up underneath
A bloody moon and star-studded
Sky: They say dark signs
Cause in us deeds like these.
I considered all the possibilities
Until only one remained.
I remained on the platform
Waiting for the helicopter
To appear, hover, and set
Down. I watched the uniformed
Police rush me and force
My hands behind my back.
It didn't matter that I had not
Yet killed, that no life had been
Lost. I was genetically unclean.
Accepting that, I broke from
Them and leaped off the roof,
Down into the sea which was
The last they needed to see of me
