Expecting Nothing

Her eyes are dark with quiet fear
Furtive, clinging to the silver
ornament of his scuffed boots
worn more by arrogance than time
Speaking with her body, imagery
She is currency, he holds the note

Her worth is as he values it, no more
Immediate and subject to an alien law
the resource unshared, a one way deal
Her book written in the posture, no kind words
Who needs the other less is winner
and he holds all aces, kings and queens

Like money, some is never quite enough
She is only some, the bills well worn
unspendable, dropped finally in gutters
Her inconvenience defined, a shaky cigarette
offered with contempt, before the execution

Wordlessly he turned and left, she followed
Trailed his silver booted indifference, firing
a hail of silent bullets, catching her wide eyed
Her bleeding, long past remembered pain
Expecting nothing, knowing it was there