may he rot
in an open grave
where the earth
can reclaim his
body for something
new and something
better

something that
can’t touch

something that
can’t hurt

something that
can’t speak

rage in its purest form
swing the baseball bat
against his skull
over and over again
blood soaking canvas shoes
wood against flesh
and wood against bone

treat him like he
treated me

it’s only fair
isn’t it?

may he find redemption
at the hands of his god