in his bloodied hand
that killed the man
at least that much was evident
also blatantly a hard admission these living thoughts on the other side
were only his
had he been the dead man he
honestly he reverently
believed
this dead man would not have
scratched his head
questioned his conscience
too many to have stood a chance against
too many to dare stand against
their eyes
they wouldnt look for help
he grabbed a handful of the dead mans shirt under his wiry beard
the stiff dirty beard made his
naked wrist itch
he dragged him off to the side
of the dirt lane
dingy grass and weeds splitting
where tire treads once ran
undid his belt
yanked it free
stuffed his hands
into his pant pockets and strapped the body with the belt
he tied his shoes together with
their laces
it would roll
with a hand at the dead mans
shoulder
the other at his hip
gripping him hard
he flung him over into the grassy descent
to search it for
absently
he walked down the country lane
cut free a small bough from a small tree stump facing away
returned
brushed away the scene
he cut away grass tops covered in blood
he scrapped the earth with the
soles of his boots turning it over hiding where blood pooled
the whole while preoccupied
he walked up the lane
a kilometer he guessed
walked out a couple of hundred meters and circled back back past where he murdered the man
then a couple of hundred meters
more
a vantage point from where he
could see up and down the wiggly lane it looked like a maggot
he was sure the dead man had
people
and even these people
had some semblance of individuality
outside their hive mentality
they lunged guts unprotected
begging Please please cant we go along on our way
Please
no one came from either direction
the stars began their pinprick
appearances
the birds had roosted
bats fluttered hungrily
there would be enough moon
to see by after it rose
hed walk away then
Are we agreed now his conscience asked
If you wont agree hear me
The men and women you have
killed
not murdered
killed
They were cannibals
And whatever you are
You are not
an owl cried
he hadnt heard an owl in a long long time
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