Talons

Talons claw my face

As I read yet another

Testimony this morning

Home is flooded

Bottles of blood

Receive the bleeding phallus of bullets

In open ended messages

Knock knock

Doors are razed down in anger

Bewildered sleepers

Are woken up by night visitors

Pot of soup gone

Cabin biscuit gone

Feeding bottle gone

Bottles of blood

Receive the bleeding phallus of bullets

Tell the Lord, I was hungry I had no choice.

Hold the other side for me

I need an umbrella inside this

Sheltered salon

Hatred is bleeding all over.