The Shadow of the Twins

Hear who I am.

I do not beg nor cry for your morning light

Daybreak can keep its natural calls

I prefer the scream of man as I strike in darkness

And blood bellows its silent fear

I do not beg nor cry for your hope

Fervour springs lighter in darkened hate of cloudy skies

I prefer the feel of death on my blood-wet hands

Drier than my soul can ever be

I do not beg nor cry for your joy

None such sentiment lives now in your blood

I prefer salted tears on weathered cheeks

Proclaiming fear has danced nearby

I do not beg nor cry for your honour

It flowed freely with your blood and sacrifice

I prefer your soul for I am Death

And I beg nor cry for no man.

Jack C. Regan, Somalia 2004

Poem scrawled on the wall of his cell before his escape.