Blood and Dust
A nurse was decapitated,
a wire had been strung over
a dusty road that led to town.
A youth robbed her mangled torso
took her motorbike then rode away -
a pretty girl behind him,
singing sweet love songs.
I wonder if he is an old man now
with loving grandchildren?
At times, Satan Himself
still rides a Suzuki
just like mine.
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