Friday, December 19, 2008
"Yea, thou I walk
Through the Valley
Of the Shadow of Death...
I will fear no Evil.
For I am the Evilest
Son of a Bitch
In the Valley"
The indigo-black letters boldly stated,
Above the smiling skull for a signature.
The deep tan on the cold arm growing paler
Made the letters almost stand-out on the skin.
The Private gently picked up the dangling arm
And laid it across the belly of the corpse.
He looked into the lifeless eyes of the young man one last time,
And pulled the bag's plastic zipper all the way closed.
"Maybe Not," he whispered.
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