The reasons of my smile, PART IV

Boom...boom.

a running dash 
to the Book Depository;
Officer Grimes knows
he heard it
from this building.

She leans over and kisses
Lee Harvey,
a man as soft as silly-putty
but a key and mechanism
in her love story.

"I'll meet you at our place
where we first kissed", I say;

"Don't be long as minutes are
the British,
and I am by sea"
Lee says.

The beat of footsteps,
the squawk of radio;
Officer Grimes lays crumbled
as I report the suspect
maybe headed for the movie theater.

One last detail,
one last walk;
it never feels good to turn
(invisible);

The contacts are known,
the briefcase exchanged;
I remember giving him
details and the money.

His assassins pull out;
I see them,
amateurs;
tactics of Hammurabi
and Hannibal float
in my brain;
so many armies,
so many lies.

Who am I?

who bores a trail 
in shame?
who knows wrong 
is everything he is not?
who is a scepter
in shiny malaise?
god must know
and didn't stop it!

I pampered and prepped
and I slit but no matter;
it is happening now,
and I am the hub of it.

(blood seeps but it soon heals,
I pray for compassion but
it's to deaf ears;
oh holy,
release such a girl;
I beg you I am sorry
for all the sin I have done-
created to quiet,
ending in dust)

I am so gallant with my
cigarette;
so stylish to this era,
smoke circles from 
my mouth 
as the gangster Ruby 
pulls the trigger.

Maybe this will be the last,
maybe he will release me;
The car outside 
the police garage swerves 
when I step in front of it.