#88 They Never Did Exist

There are two men walking along a beach

heads bowed against the wind

strong, gusts blowing

from the ocean

originating past the horizons brim

their clothing is dark

their arms are crossed

each one shoulders a holster

the wet sand molds

to the swish of their feet

trudging through the lawless tide

from an ocean

that in the dark is devoid of

the colours of its green-blue luster

but they don't mind because

even if it was the day they'd probably

wouldn't haven't had noticed its beauty either

they see a shimmer of a light

that marks their destination

it's in a cove just below the range

of cliffs from where they had descended

their equipment is in a briefcase

the client had left behind

to finish the job

that lies cold, damp and defenseless
life stilled behind open eyes

they say a prayer

to bless the dead

make signs of the cross

an unsettling custom

but they did it anyway

because it had become habit from since

their first one

with so much practice behind them

they finished working within the hour

tools sanitized 

blood vessels cauterized

fish food that would never get the chance to go sour

and as they came they left

briefcase holder delegated by Rock Paper Scissors

and soon they were on their way to the city

listening to steel orchestra rhythms.

The local papers would soon report

a known local drug dealer missing

but by then they'd be far gone

per chance any loose ends 

of their client were uncovered
through the police hired fishermen

and if in fact they were

it didn't matter

if he attempted to explain away 

their little tryst

for they made sure the
 briefcase only

had his fingerprints on it

and as for them,
they were just hired hands
who just finished another shift
but to everyone else;

well...actually

they never did exist.

 My Inspiration: Dark Coves

© KohylahPiper 2016