The Reason Poem by William Helton

I looked at the grocer, I looked at the mall
I searched high and low, you are the fairest of all.
With a silent rage from deep down inside,
A few drops of chloroform, and you are ready for a ride.

Gagged and bound, down the road we go,
We pass hundreds of people and not a one of them know,
That in my trunk you lie, ever near your death,
The farther we go you get closer to your last breath.

We arrive at my spot and just in time,
You notice my knife and a big bag of lime.
They both are for you as you could easily tell,
One to kill you with, the other to hide the smell.

I take off your gag and you begin to beg and plead,
Then you curse and kick and ask” why me? ”
The knife goes into your stomach and from my eye comes a tear,
I lean over and whisper, “ because you where there, my dear”