Monday, December 28, 2009

YOU DON'T LIKE IT THAT WAY

There's a killer in your house
you cry for the shepherd
but he doesn't hear
and the rest of the flock
has long since disappeared
You try to reason
but his mind is only the fang
of an insatiable soul
and you were never accustomed
to getting down on all fours
on the floor
like an animal.
Pity.

1 comment:

pedrito said...

bam!
"You try to reason
but his mind is only the fang
of an insatiable soul"

all fours is a good ending....

great poem altogether.....

pedrito.