Chapter Two : Our Hero

The novel bit following the poem. The second part of the trilogy.. Each one was written in a separate style and in a separate state of mind. Enjoy.

Their mouths perfectly poised, the mortician worked as he drank from his bottle.
Another batch in and five of them children.
He would not see any of them in the obituary.
He pieced together their body parts making them whole again.
Not one of them complete without a bullet.
To return to the underground, to that holy ground.
This price that they called for.
Retribution.