And the blood gushed hot and free
just as the cheap whisky flowed out of his
slithering and wriggling in her mouth.....
Dry thoughts in her desiccated brains
dried by the chopped seas
of the nocturnal slaugther
finished she was in one draught.....
And an old bitch dies a bitchy death.
Festering wounds in a stinking alley
the drains of life empty.
Flies debate Darwin on her corpse
the infant bloody and dry
a faint muffled cry....
Another life gutting in death..