I have murdered another human being. I have murdered someone like me, Kicking and thrashing Until his face wasn't right. It was sideways, wonky, part of his Nose touching his mouth, bleeding With his cheekbone crushed inward All from the swift power of These worn leather boots. He had held us hostage for days Killed a friend of a friend With a purposeful chiropractic crack Of the neck gone too far.
We had been freed. He had stood there smiling As he dealt the final blow To our esteem, having kept us All as his sick twisted harem. All it took was a smile and I lost my mind. Bashing the back of his head That balding crew cut bloodied On a rusting sprinkler in the yard. My tired leather boots did the Rest of my ***** work. He resembled a stroke patient When my boots held their fire. Too much blood for a lack of life.
I awoke in my bed, safe and Unscathed by my mind's loss Of complete control. Genuine surprise took me, seeing Those leather boots of mine sit Peacefully in the corner Never seeing battle, never My accomplice in ******.