The inky caps were huddled
Under dew dampened shadows,
Poppy in her red, coat put her
Tongue out to the puddle,
The day time moon
Faded to the blue,
An old woman, head tied in a scarf
Sucked the smoke out of a rollie
Past her big yellow teeth
To her blistered lungs,
Ripe to pop,
Terminal auburn leaves
Waited for the fall,
A steaming dog shat
And demanded the old man
Clean it up,
The foam slick in the river
Passed by,
A man on a bench suckled
On a breakfast beer,
A church bell told
Of God's death
Eight times.
Bloody eyes looked lustful
From the dinge of the copse,
The hirsute body
Hard and hungry,
Webs of spittle in open mouth,
Hairy c ock dripping
To the uncut grass,
Poppy grabbed her daddy's hand,
Warm and warted
Too swollen and clumsy for hers,
The wolf sprang from the copse
Ripped out Daddy's throat
(Stubble trimmed at 1.5mm
An hour before)
And spat it out
On the inky caps.
Hand held in paw
He raised to his hind legs
And walked his girl to school.
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