Lamb Poem by The Poet SPIEL

lamb

ask danny if she knows about brittle cornstalks
and frozen garden hoses
she sees shattered bones on tarry concrete
and that prick's florescent wolf teeth
she sees what hell was like before hell got better
never been any stars in this kid's eyes
no pennies in her filthy crusted paws
heaven wasn't there
when that grimy sire the color of stepped on vomit
poked her egg benefactor
for a tenbuck in the back of a stinking dumptruck
before she was shot out of a hole the color of gutter money
ask danny why she never blinks her eyes
and she sees a caustic stream of piss
aimed spot on at her pupils
wave a jar of vaseline under her nose
and watch her flesh turn to curds
if she could talk she would tell you what it's like to never sleep
because she lives on the back side of the moon
and it's a different kind of picnic there

where that prick skinned a lamb
and with a big fishhook and nylon line
he sewed the skin into her flesh and
around her face
until she couldn't breathe

now…let's have a warm sugar donut and sing
kumbaya

_____The Poet SPIEL