Homeland

by Jon Sait

them come at midnight i remember that
i was fooding the cat
what happened to the cat
in and across the hall them was
before the last bod slam the door
i was scared more for décor
all bootmark in the twill
mud set to stone too quick in nape and alley
and fuss would follow
anyway
them wanted to know why it was off
i often have it off i said which made them laff
all bellyjig and straining like at shit
then them poke me one with a stick and ask again
not ask exact more shout and kick
i sleep deep and dream i said upstanding
and has no need of it
all flattering from dull mouth or some sunny play
gobbing did it good for me then
hit me and down i was
with stompers flying in all crowblack and beaky
i pass over then and only come to when rain wet me
it was chillstone and the dark was eyeless
and all was lone and bleedy
three days least them probe me
all think sore and head reely
then the white light
the bright light
the light like light that change it ever

illuminati

them let me go then after fingering
and promise to never do
now i venge in the not quite dark
all flicker flash and wheezy
i leave the sash open so the whole street can see me
and them that watch can think me safely home

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