The child's eyes

Bore brilliant lies

The smile

They were a happy child

Always a happy child

You didn't have to worry

Or wonder

About the malicious deeds or doings

That hid behind those straight, shining white teeth

The man's body

Chose death

Chosen for dead

The options




A shot

Where the land grew with wildlife

Beastly insects crawled from their mouth

Scattered around their eyes

And surged within their insides

Lying just inches away

A wooden handle

And lined up

The smart metal attendance

Fascinated by the things they say

The things they do

History being made

Every so often they would fall over

The pallor of their eyes



That was your child

That was the monster you created