Letter from home
scratched on tap
a rationed sandy flat
fashioned of stolen
tax and votes.
Home sick, regretting
what I thought I meant
confused by self
that caused this mess;
fleecing pain
on cutting flesh.
Children of the night
thrown from a building top
pondering conspiracy
while body's drop.
Warm blood lost
freed from this nightmare
wholesale cost
thousand yard stare.
All the wonders
strangles lives
torn asunder
by another's fare.