This is based on a true story; it took me a few months to write. The victim of this crime has contributed comment during the writing process and I have edited it accordingly.
(in one act)
of a mediocre, forgettable crime.
they crucified the man
(for four and a half hours)
with guitar strings
on a bedstead he got in a secondhand store
because he didn’t much care about décor
they gave his pup a bullet;
bathed him in the young dog’s blood
(a flood of dread
hours more ahead)
they brought along a girl for sacrifice
a rite of passage autograph
snapshot of initiation
crack for crack
periphery: brutal rutting, virgin thug?
don’t make eye contact, look at the rug.
they looted at leisure
bashed at his mouth with a gun barrel
just for pleasure
there were four men taking turns
to make cigarette burns
by dawn they grew bored,
threw their pickings in his truck
where are your keys man?
he hung there
spitting bitter disappointment;
why’d they let him live?
©Cindy Taylor 2009