by Nick Gisburne
I see the faded photograph and smile
It brings your special qualities to mind
Insensitive, cantankerous and vile
Your murder spared the whole of humankind
If I could spend a moment with you now
I’d kill again, but choose another way
I can’t be sure exactly when or how
But always and forever you would pay
I’m curious to read your final note
I found it, hidden, slipped beneath the will
It really doesn’t matter what you wrote
What words could match the magic of the kill?
“When I am dead your punishment falls due
The poisons in this note are now in you”
