This wall had no windows.It had no door, no gateway,No chance to traverseWithout a gunshot.I watched as the howling midnightSerenaded a statuesque king and queenShadowed by that tattooed concrete,My muzzle trained on them.They kissed like a reunited coupleExpecting no more momentsUnder that sniper’s scopeUnder that cold spot light.They held each other, as Rama held Sita,A…