the henchman

i dare not speak of you.
if i give you a name, if i shout your statistics
(or even whisper them, sotto voce)
you will know me for what i am:
a terrified, thrill-seeking mishmash
of bystander, armchair quarterback, and henchman
praying for more time
so i can watch the axe fall in slow motion.

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