Today he comes to town.
The big cheese.
The main man.
I am waiting.
I've been planning this for weeks.
Lines of sight.
The crowd.
The distance.
Even the position of the sun.
I have the timetable.
Where he will be and when.
How many steps from car to podium.
Who will be around him.
Timing, everything comes down to that.
And endless hours of practice.
Of scouring the web.
Reading the words of like minded people.
Soaking it all in.
Feeding the obsession.
I wonder if there will be others like me,
Hiding, or out in the open.
Planning and scheming.
Running what is yet to happen.
Through their brains on an endless loop.
With different endings.
So close
Only seconds away
A bead of sweat
Strangely calm.
The car door opens.
One, two, three, four and more paces.
Right on script.
Ascending the steps.
And he begins to speak.
More foolish words.
From the fool.
But I am not here,
To judge, not today.
Today I am here to do a job.
This is it
The calm gets a fresh grip
As I adjust mine
Time slows
Finger squeezes
and squeezes five more times
My work is done today.
The fool is completely unaware,
Of what just transpired.
Tomorrow he will be a fool again.
Tomorrow I will take more pictures
And no one will die.