Sex and Murder Magazine

By Joseph M. Gant

I’d lay a forest
for your lone pine box.
trees are far less
odious than your sight,
less offensive to my sensibilities;

for I am a sensitive man
on days less like these.

but I’d sacrifice them all
to rid the planet’s roster
of one more asshole. for
unlike trees you’re non-specific,
far too common.

the trees that stand the forest green,
though bent for slaughter
in dignity’s name and indignation,

stand for nothing but their foliage,
while you stand tall, the assholes all—
and must be laid in six-foot pine.