FOR MIKE
I want to set the dogs on it.
Ferret it out of the darkness.
Startle it from its hidey-hole.
Make it bolt. Make it run, panicked.
Blind, naked, revolting, furless parasite.
And when they fall on it,
I want them to rip out its hammering heart.
Rend it to pieces.
Call the dogs.
(May 2014)
Written for a friend diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in May 2014. Mike passed on January 19, 2015. Rest in peace, friend.
spedbug 