Slaughter

The shark was once in love
with a pigeon
no one said his name,
it was a shame,
for the lawnmower comes around
cuts the shark down.
I liked the gravestones and statues in the garden
when I think of you all the time
and the summer breeze calls me home,
portobello sun screen
and Africa in a Lynx bottle.
When Mama always mentions how she liked you,
I never minded you,
really.
A fool for love, I should never question your motives,
still a shark
in a pigeon pool.
Believe me if this was about obsessive
I would've mention.
It wasn't written for you, Wolfie.
"Smoking, hiding, trying to decide how long reality will survive without judging me for leaving it."