The Murderer

THE MURDERER

 

I take the murderer for coffee.

'Make sure you don't murder your coffee!'

I joke. He likes my jokes.

 

Later I swing a plank into his face:

This is to stop him enjoying himself -

Which is integral to the rehabilitation process.

 

His mouth trickles blood like a tap quarter-turned.

He likes my analogies. 'Hey, Murderer!'

I yell, 'Murdered anyone recently?'

 

The murderer likes to play badminton.

When he loses, I say, 'That's what you get for being a murderer.'

When he wins, I say,

 

'I guess you got yourself in pretty good shape

Murdering all those people.'

I'm not about to let the murderer forget he's a murderer.

 

When I dance with the murderer I let him lead

Because he is the more proficient dancer -

'Just be careful not to murder me!' I tease.

 

The prison sits on the horizon like a great ash-tray -

When we travel I give him the window seat.

'Hey, murderer, would you like a sandwich?' I say,

 

'Or would you rather murder someone?'

The murderer eats his cheese and ham sandwich.

'The forecast is for snow,' I tell him. 

 

 

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Wed, 29/04/2009 - 15:06 — Admin