frightened howls, beat to death
frenzied oinks, they fall
disemboweled mixed with eyeballs
slaughterhouses, guilty, we all
Mary will stay 'til the wind changes
when will that be, Mary?
Supercalfa fragilistic expialitrocious
how long will the butcher tarry?
I see you as a still, dark shadow
nestled on some windowsill of life
quietly spreading buttered peace
ribbon rainbows end my strife
1999 By Diana Moreton.
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