When the Dogs Bite: 1st November 2024

All Saints day

but church is no longer mandatory

thank God

celebrating a birthday with my long-dead twin

and her childhood friends who were guilty of sin

and beaten to death by the people next door-

nobody speaks to the father no more.

The police couldn't prove he had murdered his kin

despite the court order, search warrant within

for he'd chopped up the bodies and fed them to swine

(except for their teeth, which he'd tossed in the Tyne)

then sold at the market to make into patties

for burgers to feed the fast-food loving masses.

I knew they were dead but then who could I tell

with no sign of their bodies. Book, candle and bell

would assign them a place in the Heaven to come

when the world burn in Hellfire and the Angels were done.

When the Dogs Bite