Payback

Once in his life, his breath was free a beating heart, it knew its place the knowledge of identity was etched upon his weathered face. The gods had given him the keys to open most, though not all doors one day, when praying on his knees a shiver swept a million pores. He felt the plunging knife go deep just briefly glancing off the spine, his heart attempted still to keep internal peace, he fell, supine. It took the shoes, the dirty socks all clothes, a watch and from his pocket the bonds, the notes and all the stocks then ripped the chain that held his locket. The hair and eyebrows, glasses too it slipped into the new I.D., then dropped the body at the Zoo where laughter welcomed misery. So soon forgotten, left behind the future only counted here and see, the people all went blind toward the past and all its fear. It looked the same, and walked with pride (both eyes though had a nasty stare) . So life would be a pleasant ride each one would have a smile to share. Its chest had swelled and as it strode and of his step a spring took hold still looking for the Mother Lode and pressing on, weighed down by gold. The coup had brought this monster riches, the law was his, none had the right no shysters, preachers, horny bitches would dare to shade his shining light. Then darkness came, sent down by God he cleared a loganberry hedge, and for a moment found it odd that there was nought beyond the ledge. A scream was heard throughout the land and to this day, when darkness falls you listen and you understand from far away, a voice that calls.