Pablo's Lament - Brazzaville

Pablo stares at the moon

Pencil moustache

Cheap hotel room

Waiting for dawn

Alone

To take him home

Taxi drivers and whores

Kids on the street

Watching for cops

Keeping him safe

Since his escape

But now it’s late

Soldiers search through the night

Closing in fast

Closing in tight

Each wants to be

The one

To kill the Don