common law

his knife is shiny
but this dark room
reflects none.
the streetlights, as distant
as his eyes;
his eyes eyeing an infidel
that lost his faith.
his fingers make haste,
they waste no time
cutting her waist.
this redress is nice;
its justice at a slice.
a fair exchange indeed,
an equitable exchange of parts.
it’s one bleeding carcass for one bleeding heart.