They had, two human beings <br />transported him out to the edge <br />of Laramie, Wyoming. That night. <br />And, after taking his few bucks <br />decided that it would not be enough. <br /> <br />They beat the crap and more, much more <br />out of the one whose only crime was <br />to be a homosexual, a perverted animal. <br />And left him there to die, tied to a fence. <br /> <br />Yes, he was found, some eighteen hours on, <br />his face a pulp of flesh and fragments of <br />just skin and bones and blood. Much fucking blood. <br /> <br />He died of injuries to the arachnoids, <br />one cannot have a single dropp of blood <br />so unaccounted for. Oh yes, the blood, <br />his face was covered, with poofter blood, <br />except for two small tracks that had been made <br />by tears. Yet it had been too late for that. <br />No ears will ever listen to our tears.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-laramie-killing/
