Rhyl, May 2017
Awoken from serene slumber
By murderous screams
Under amber streetlight
Blades glistened as they slashed
As a butcher tearing at a pig’s skin.
An Asian lad swimming in own blood.
The eerie flash of ambulance lights
Swirled into sea of dying stars
A white Hindu hearse on road most travelled;
Police car sirens singing mournful hate
The songs of the wake – duet of drugs & money.
The full moon fell from the sky
Into the bedroom of his sleeping children
Incandescent warmth for one night only -
Never to see Daddy again
Feel his loving arms enfolding them
A santa hat lying unworn on the kitchen table.
In drug wars, financial whores
Each has a score to settle.
The knives are out
Syringes are drawn
At twenty deals.
No honour in such death
Merely wraps of waste.
Haunted by his screams
As a poltergeist moving
Swords through my mind.