When the Dogs Bite: 4th April 2026

Father and son

burn to death in auto-locked Tesla

two less Republicans.

Rot in Hull

Don't leave me to wonder

if my garden rose bush

grows from the ashes of my unborn son

or if I only paid for your ashtray

when I collected that tiny box

I don't need an apology

not that you've offered one,

or the three hundred pounds we raised in her name

that was earmarked for Sands

and not the charity of the Crown and Anchor.

Just give me back the memory

of her tiny, ultrasound hand.

When the Dogs Bite