Hate

There he hangs in the mid-day sun.
Death's eyes bulging.
Tongue protruding, turning black.
The limb creaks.
His body sways in the southern breeze.

She watches from the side.
Crinoline dress, pigtails and bows.
Hand in her mother's hand.
Chewing on her picnic lunch.
Eyes gleaming.
Sunday's smile on her lips.