I murdered my successor

Had his body, mind, and soul
In my prying hands

I threw him against
A pot-holed street

And as instructed
By future forces

And kicked

Mustering up every ounce
To look myself in the face

And enact mercy
In the name of destiny

With blood of ours
Spraying with white bone

What a walk of shame
It was walking up the hill

Back to his car
With the keys

Wearing his clothes
Wearing his birthmarks

With his dog tags
With his gauntlet

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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