Ice ManA Poem by JRHe was very good at two things: cooking eggs benedict, and killing
people oh, he was good at a lot of things, but very good? a master of
the craft? yeah, just those two things… the former he learned from his mother, who was a very patient teacher, her apron tied so carefully around her slender graying hips the latter he learned from New Jersey, impatient, its rain so very carefully tied around its own graying hips,
the day he first shot someone he told himself, it’s just business; So he tells himself its business when he taps his wife on
her head as she wipes the last of his eggs from her chin, its
business when his children clasp his knees when he head out the door, down to the sporting goods store, where he buys a Remington 12 gauge and gets ready to really start his day; He tells himself its business when the unlucky old man leans into the passenger window with a helpful grin and gets a crossbow bolt to his forehead for his trouble, just
dead because a crossbow could be an imperfect killing machine and he’s now in the business of knowing; He tells himself its business when he uses his bulk, his
enormous frame and leans in, seeing the fear in their face, the quick beat
of their heart when they behold cold black eyes and they know death has come from them; He says its business but I know him, though we’ve never met I see those cold black eyes and that little knowing grin he was good at two things: cooking eggs benedict and killing people, both were fun for him. © 2020 JR |
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Added on April 10, 2020 Last Updated on April 13, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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