Crisses | Life is an assassin

Telré ?1985?

Life is an assassin.
You see him before you, he shakes your right hand.
While his left cuts your purse.
You feel him beside you, a friend, an ally.
You hear the whispers of comfort in your native tongue.
He is in disguise and has fooled you.
Now you neither see nor feel him,
He is stalking you from behind.
All you know last is the unsheathing of his dagger...
From your back
And you die.