Step on it good and hard, <br />make sure it is dead. <br />Hope under heel, <br />grinding into powder. <br /> <br />Slide that knife across skin, <br />hard and deep to be sure. <br />In a ditch like a missing person, <br />Hope lies bleeding. <br /> <br />Salt that wound and burn it, <br />coagulating under your heat. <br />Blood and dirt combine, <br />this sickeningly sweet murder excites you. <br /> <br />Toss the weapons aside, <br />no caring if they're found. <br />Your murder was metaphorical, <br />no reprisals are forthcoming.<br /><br />Brian Hinckley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-murder-of-hope/
