You are ready, you got this
You watch them from the dark yard
With calm hands, you snip the phone line
You are in complete control
so let them know it
Does it get you off to bind them
Seeing their tears flow, eyes large with horror
Faces covered with old shirts and plastic bags
Tortured
Were you hard when they begged for their lives?
Or to spare the children?
You decide to exterminate them all
The youngest hangs from a pipe
She was who you really needed, wasn’t she?
Did you get what you came for?
John Putignano 