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
