Craftmanship

Violence has levels of craftsmanship,
displayed in the bodies destroyed.

She was like a fortress broken through.
They pulled down her underwear like walls,
stormed through doors as it were

to expose her vagina, slit her throat,
and leave blood under her nape.

The old man is like a tower fallen
on the pavement. Grease, dirt stuck on his skin
like ruins of a fallen city.

His tormentors fried up his brain,
his wide-open eyes confirm.

The young man is the look of a city
destroyed. His tongue was cut, teeth broken,
an eye bored through, finger nails pulled.

His head was severed off,
for their collection.