Blood and Mist
Travelling from the hospital,
a nurse was decapitated.
A wire had been strung over
the dusty road that led to town.
The bandit robbed her mangled torso
and took her motorbike.
If we had found him,
we would have shot him
and buried him in a ditch,
Back then, everyday-monsters
drifted like hill mist
in that part of Northern Thailand.
We also appreciated that the devil
rode a Suzuki just like us,
a pretty girl sitting behind him,
singing sweet songs.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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