Some men deserve death

Who among us wonders
what we really deserved?
A boot on the throat
a whore’s spit in the eye
a therapist’s maternal hand
squeezing your balls
Gacy’s oedipal laugh &
a tender kiss on the forehead 
the vicious hemorrhoids that bloody the bowl
the tent-life destitution
the septic glimmer of success
& the inevitability
of the colonoscopy microscope
that worm-fingers its way
to the fecal drenched 
heart of the matter
the exposé that rushes one back 
beneath the covers
a frightened child
cradled in the slick palms 
of inescapable authority
our luscious, brutal just deserts
a flagellant’s fantasy
an undercover nightmare
a faint hope of judicial lucidity
built on the sands of self-perception