A Slice Of Love (2005) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

I found myself in the most favorable arts
especially when I spread your body parts.
The time when you had to interrupt,
is what caused me to slice you up.
Now you are dismembered and so,
will always be, I guess, remembered.
I am now, finally, aware of your distortion,
and happily return myself to MY devotions.
Discreetly I hand you over to the Earth,
and alleviate myself of this Evil curse.

No one will find me across the land
and no one will know I was there.
Prints will disappear from the sand
and gently drift away with the air.