Hills Snyder

I am just a martyr on my own little path to god

if you want to we can barter

between Jesus and Jihad

I’ve got you in my crosshairs

you’re a picture in my mind

when I destroy your arms and legs

it won’t be unkind

I am just someone you’ll see in the yellow light so low

a flash of recognition granted

just before I go

yes you’ll remember me my friend

the remainder of your life

and you’ll recall a face reflected

in a silver butter knife

I stand here in the shadows with a vision in my hand

on a trail of tears built in four years

I hope you understand

that mercy is as mercy does

in a mercenary land

and that in the instant when we meet

you’ll know who I am

I am a bargain hunter with a pocket full of cash

and when I’m done you can always hope

you’ve got a few teeth left to gnash

I can hear the nails of both your hands

on the street begin to scratch

a quiet word that goes unheard

like the striking of a match

Bargain Hunter