| General Poetry
posted January 8, 2015
Based on True Events
The Life of Hunter Grace
Hunter Grace lived across the river
On the family side of town.
Where no one knew a stranger
And all the houses were painted brown.
He had a newborn baby
And a beautiful young wife.
For all anybody knew
Hunter had the perfect life.
In many ways the young man's heart
Was full with all he had.
The home, the car, the basement bar,
Hunter knew he should be glad.
So why did something sinister
Take a hold of Hunter Grace?
And leave him down the river, drowned.
Just gone without a trace.
You see Hunter was in real estate,
Flipping houses for his pay.
The market boomed, his wallet too,
Making money like child's play.
Then one day when he woke up
All the TV's had bad news.
Closing banks, then values tanked
And Wall Street sang the blues.
Hunter came home to his wife and child
And bravely wore a smile.
By day he borrowed and cheated.
It would only last a while.
Enemies were made of friends.
The banks all turned their backs.
He hid from angry unpaid sharks
And failed to pay his tax.
And when the money ran dry,
He couldn't bear to tell his girl.
Instead poor, broke down Hunter
Took his Lexus for a whirl.
"I'll be back, I have a video
To return on down the street."
Then Hunter kissed his wife goodbye.
And told her she was sweet.
He parked beside the water's edge.
After that, we only guess.
Young Grace was never seen again.
Lost to the river, said the press.
And so the sad, sad story ends
And so the water's secret lends
A voice to Hunter's darkest sins.
The death of Hunter Grace.
This poem is based on true events (I changed the name of course) that occurred ten years ago. I was acquainted with the man who disappeared. Yesterday this poem just spilled out of me after I listened to a Bob Dylan album. In my mind I can hear Bob Dylan singing about Hunter Grace.
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