Request for Death

This poem is about murder for hire. The person to be murdered is someone who betrayed his best friend by having an affair with his girlfriend.

Request for death,
deed for you,
do this for me,
you'll earn your dues.
Follow him home,
mark your place,
wait there a while
before you change.
Ready your weapon,
your on a quest,
take your time,
I want him dead.
Take your time,
do it right,
advance by dark,
still by light.
Remain there unseen,
stay eternal,
stake your gaze
through the window internal.

Sun is set,
again you move,
beneath the window
to carry it through.
Feast your eyes,
a figure inside,
little does he know
about what's outside.
Let him relax,
fall asleep,
fade away,
as you continue to creep.
Keep your head low,
just below,
under each side-house window pain
get down on all fours,
slip quietly through the side door,
like a cat coming in from the rain.

Roam upon the backdoor,
open the wiry cover,
unfold your trusty pocket knife
to pick away the other.
Condemn the noise,
smother the creak,
should the door alert his ears,
sneak inside,
there he sleeps,
not conscious of the fear.
Look around,
what's inside,
I don't really care;
commit the crime,
then we'll talk,
for you have earned your share.
Dive beside the bed,
be sure he doesn't peak,
wait for when the time is clear,
then rise up on your feet.

Shine the steel,
blind his eyes,
as carefully he does wake;
As he does,
cover his mouth,
as both hands suffocate.
Lift his chin,
draw a line
in red from ear-to-ear;
On this mark
cut his throat
and the blood will persevere.
Descend him where it's deep,
he's sure to finally shiver,
wrap him in a cotton sheet
and toss him in the river.

Oh my God!
What have you done?
You cannot stop the blood;
Just place the body in a plastic sack
and let the crimson run.
Rush the corpse to the backdoor,
catch a glimpse of the midnight air,
shift your eyes from side-to-side
to see if all is clear.
In a flash,
exit the door,
trace the footsteps to your place,
throw the dead in the trunk of your car
and drive to a watery grave.
Descend him where it's deep,
he's sure to finally shiver,
wrap him in a cotton sheet
and toss him in the river.

Look around,
is there anybody there?
The forest it seems clear;
Open the trunk,
lift the dead skunk
and drop him at the edge of the river.
Decide on location,
placement unknown,
where you can escape from the heartless crime;
Pick up the stiff,
wade into the rift
and drop him where you make up your mind.
Descend him where it's deep,
he's sure to finally shiver,
wrap him in a cotton sheet
and toss him in the river.

Report back to me,
mission accomplished,
you shall get your share;
He is damp and deep,
eternally asleep,
no longer in my hair.
He is descended where it's deep,
there he'll surely shiver,
wrapped up in a cotton sheet
and tossed into the river.

Paul Hickey
11-22-11