Nothing Falls Into Place
One of two poems
It was a murderer’s total satisfaction,
the entire package pleases him immensely,
evil turns out to resemble
nothing more sinister than a mid-town
convenience store after mid-night,
dim was the light,
no fear in the air,
and humanity puts up less of a fight,
he could almost voice his choice,
alcoholics, dopers,
welfare mothers,
crack-head brothers,
borderline mental cases,
of all races,
adolescent whores,
blocking the doors,
settling scores,
with very old Johns,
and only a handful of exceptions,
a murderer’s pick assembled,
a slim grin,
a choice made,
and a life will soon fade.
two of two poems
Nothing fell into place,
all the earmarks of a major case,
a dead child, eyes covered, mouth taped,
a brutal rape,
and a murder,
lead stories for the six o’clock news,
unpaid dues,
we love those hate crimes,
these are our times,
as we sit and wait,
our compassion fails,
our belief trails,
convictions come slower than snails,
as we watch and wait for all the special details,
for a moment life would pause,
as if we just sold our soul,
and we call it one righteous cause,
as we search for the remote control.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio