Hanging Over My Head
They put a rope around his neck(I'd caught him looking at my sister)
He was longer dying than I'd thought it would take
(I thought he'd been looking at my sister)
He jerked as urine dripped from his feet
(She wasn't my sister)
He danced to a horrifying beat
(I don't have a sister).
A smell of toilets filled my nose
And the brown fell out of his pants:
He had an erection and jerked as his body danced
In its last attempt at passing on life in front of those
Who were taking it away.
They called me a hero,
And bought
Me drinks all night
Because I had caught
Him looking at my sister.
A sister they all knew I didn't have.
Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2006-12-06 at 12:59
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