A Decent Burrial

"Thats them."
I looked at my little brother as I
pointed across the street.
"They were our heros,
now they swing from the gallows."
we listened,
as their dead bodies banged together,
like wind chimes before a mid-summer
thunderstorm.
"Sounds like city pigeons flappin their wings."
I said,
"I hate it."
All the years of self indulgence
had finally added up,
and
hell came home.
I wasn't scared
I knew i was going to suffer
just like them.
I wanted to cry.
"Give me what i got coming."
I started to cry.
"...and let the poison warm my heart."
I remembered the dreams I used to have
about being hung for all the people i hurt.
a horrible feeling came over me.
i hated it.
1/17/07