Potential Victims

-Potential Victims-
by Keaton Foster


Upon the gate
The head
Of another waits
Separated
Serrated
Cut meat
Sliced bone
His ideas
No longer his
His religion
Not relevant
Off to Heaven
Down to hell
He has gone
Destination
Matters not
To those left behind
To those doing time
Prisoners of life
Convicts of creation
Their only crime
Gestation
Dual
Is the relation
Simultaneous
Is the way station
Standing
With their hands out
One waiting
One wanting
Both will be forgotten
Regarding the killer
The point of all this
Judgment is lacking
Vengeance slacking
His hands
Stained bright red
His mind
Full of anger
His heart
Flowing with death
There are others
Potential victims
Those in desperate need
Infidels as he sees them
Holier than though
Corrupted ideals
Have led him here
To this temple of weaklings
Inhabited
Stagnated
In his mind
He’ll be doing his part
What is quite right
The world needs wolves
There is much carrion
If not for him
The stench would be
Greater than it is
The man
Devoid of his head
Turns upon a spigot
The flames burn
His flesh sizzles
His juices drizzle
Horrified onlookers
Gather
In groups a plenty
They all love a show
The theatrics of life
Both living and dying
Potential victims
Ready to be victimized…



Potential Victims
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.