DiRty FrIday

The tremulous sky pushed the people into the mud
The women stand in the red streams
And weep.
The winter of endless weeks has begun
and the trudge of slush and snow
and brown leather boots that let in black ice.

And then its Thursday again
and I see a girl bent over in the bath
with blood swilling around her
and carvings on her arms.

And Dirty Friday brings more of the same.
Similar stench of depression and rain
and we all keep walking,
in droves like ants
to destination nowhere
amidst the screaming of a terror-torn December.

And everyone's gone crazy,
and our shells keep walking
and we hold our own ropes around our necks
and the longer we walk, the tighter the noose gets.

On maudlin Monday they find the girl.
in the darkened bathroom
with crayflies in the still water.
she let go of her noose and let
God do the rest.