He Had It Coming

You call off the search before the body’s unearthed.

You know of its resting place yet you are silent.

You call off the search, citing impossible circumstances.

But what do they do? They follow the silent whore.

Chasing the sound of a Siren at work.

 

Only you could have purged his demons.

Yet you threw away the key.

You had a knack for condemning a true lover.

Sending them to the gallows for terminal affection.

 

Alas, not even a pitiful tear wet your steely eyes,

as you pulled the lever stiffening the rope

with a deafening crack. And you laughed.

You still laugh to this day. “He had it coming”

You dare say.

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