Murder Weapon

Multiplied but infinate numbers
i become we and we become one
reaching down, down
wrapping around the writhing neck
of prosecuted injustices.

words are whispered wips
among a crowd of betrayed
as they prepare to watch the body convulse beneath
our- my- fingertips.

the skin;raw and rubbed away,
brightens red and muscles tense
veins potrude like contored boned,
searching for an escape.

blood bubbles up, spouting from the mouth,
jerks and spasms errupt,
tighter i squeeze, suffocating life itself
the hot crimson comes to a slow.

as the corpse is lowered,
my - our - silent laughted stops,
a woman among the on-lookers runs to vomitt,
as we, the noose, become inanimate, for now.