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“Please help me help yourself,” my PD said.
“A little remorse could go a long, long way.
Even if you don’t really feel it,
Try feigning it, you know, like an actor in a play?”
“No ma’am, I can’t. I won’t. In fact,
I’d love to kill him all over again.
Watch him jump when I pump
them shells in place, watch his face go white,
them tiny rodent eyes terrified
as I suggest he pray –
“Boom – “before he can mutter ‘Our Father’ – boom –
bits of brain and skull splattering,
sticking to the concrete block behind.
“No ma’am, remorseful I am not.”
Some icy thing shot up her spine,
like she was looking at Satan himself.
“It’s cause what he done to that
little girl,” I said.
She shivered again
and crossed her hands across her chest.