His eyes center in on them

   like a sniper to his

target, assasination of his reputation, humiliation

on theirs. He walks to the 

sky with himself in mind

thank you and please 

just pass the time, lover

initial thoughts of his babies carried in my womb

is shattered, assasination of his reputation, humiliation

of mine.

He walks from the sky with pleasure in his eye as his

rusty hand picks a ripe one, one that will bend over backwards,

the one that will keep quiet

but she never does.