Buffet

Flickering candles never reach freedom.
Yet for every flicker silenced 
the wind plays rhyme
dancing on a chime.

Whose breath would you cease
if it fell on you to uncrease
pleated dreams you once saw,
if it were recommended by law..
would you stab?

You are inconsequential and naive.
You have never killed..
did the question never pose inviting?
or,
did the moment playfully mask its sighting?

You are a murderer born if there was one.
Why hide behind a conscience bare...
you will strike if only dared,
what is it that you call your job..a competition?!

Or, will you wet yourself 
if the kill presented itself?

To make a life you have to take a life,
Oh! Am sorry, did my back hurt your knife?