Murder
copyright © 2005 Devon Aster
He reaches into the inner pocket
of his trench coat
and dangles the little bag
before the young boy’s eyes.
It’s full of white lies
and magic snow,
he promises wonders
the child has never seen.
The man hides within
the cracks and shadows,
away from the chirping birds,
the sunny park, and the searching mom.
“Just come with me.”
He holds out his hand,
thin pale fingers
reaching… reaching…
The young boy takes the hand
and the man smiles.
This is his profession,
the murder of innocence.