Crying children, no one there,
Broken railing, on the stair,
Mother sits with vacant stare,
No food in kitchen, to prepare.
The creature waits, her teeth bared white,
Beneath the girders, of hell's night,
Pierce the skin, in pain's delight,
Feel the joy, of creature's bite.
Light's filament, is hanging bare,
Mother's there, but who knows where,
Out on the streets, car horns blare,
Who gives a damn, as if I care.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
See cockroach run, as neighbors fight,
A handgun lays, in open sight,
Come to me, no sense of fright.
Shot rings out, red matted hair,
Spattered pool, look, see skin tear,
Creature smiles, done paid her fare,
Mother dies, with vacant stare.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 03-03-2000).]