Man, woman, child

I’m bleeding everywhere

I met a man in the street who

Knifed me with his hands

And blew.

 

I met a man who knew

Who knew it was a new one

For me to be the end

Of the lone.

 

I met a woman

A woman

And she ate me for lunch

And saved the best bit to last

My tongue.

 

I met a child who wanted

Who wanted more

Than I could give

For living is the purpose

Not the toll.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016