that boy washing dishes
in the back of the hall
every morn’ he wishes
he didn’t wake up at all
that man in the gutter
covered in hair
coughing and puking
a sight hard to bear
the woman in the window
bending right down
quite the reputation
all over town
the girl on the news
found in a field
wearing only socks
bleeding from the mouth
the cat in the tree
looking at the bird
tending to his babies
strangling a worm
that poor country
occupied for years
beheading all the tourists
no one really cares
yes i wrote it.
