having no idea that his youngest son was dead
the farmer and his sweet young wife slept soundly in his bed
in the shadow of the mountain as the cattle hung their heads
grazing only feet from where the broken body lay
and would lay undiscovered for another couple days when the farmer would find vultures at their banquet in the hay
the killer traveled eastbound in a golden brown sedan
weighing his most recent deviation from the plan counting down the hours til the sun came up again hired to hit the farmer by the farmer's asshole sun he had not yet decided between poison or a gun
when suddenly he realized he would not use either one
