I silenced your parents.
All of your kin.
And now, within,
Ma hoose, you’re slowly starvin’.
If you were in a cage with a name,
I’d feel greater shame.
For then I would be the sleekit, tim’rous beastie.
But you arrived in the spring breeze,
A little Minnie taking the Mickey,
Smelling the cheese.
Always so quickly,
Tail lacing up the floor board.
Shat yourself happy and scored
Dog biscuits, of uncertain meats.
Rat poisons, found next to pet treats.
I am, a yelping and a skelping,
A screeching and a bleaching
My flat, you were, beseeching.
Trap and a snap.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Rigor mortis, corpses.
Tipping soft skin,
Fruit peelings, no feelings,
Bread crust, your dust.
An empty bowl.
The full kitchen bin.
That old dust storm’s killed my baby
But, it can’t kill me, Lord
And it can’t kill me