The Hit Poem by Ray Hansell

Driving down a road
On stretch called "Dead Man's Pass"
Little did she know
Today would be her last

Driving in her car
As the music played she sang
The last thing she would hear
Was the gun as it went bang

Just one shot rang out
As it flashed in the dark
The gunman took his aim
He never missed his mark

He had just one thing on his mind
Was his job, and that was to kill
This was not his first time
As he did it with such skill

You see this was not random
It was an ordered hit
She would die in the car
Right where she did sit

Now it took the authorities
Some time to figure this out
When the investigation was completed
In their minds there was no doubt

It seem that her husband
Hired someone to do the hit
Because in his future plans
She just didn't fit

He found she had cheated
With another man
It happened to be his best friend
That he could not stand

So he wanted her dead
He didn't care about the cost
To him it didn't matter
He now knew his life was lost

He had to send a message
So all others would know
That if you crossed him
His ruthless side would show

All he had to do
Was to order her killed
It was like placing a food order
With his order being filled

The authorities could not prove
That he was the one
Who hired a hit man
To get the dirty deed done

The shooter in this case
Could never be found
For all they know he could be
Lying somewhere under ground


10-31-20/RjH