danger like all other visions
is attractively exciting
just the hint of death and
sirens go tithering through
the blackened shaded night
a scratch a scream a silence
the mayfair has been broken
all gather as all bear witness
to their own tragedies gravely
desguised as self sorrow unwept
freelance clouds and frothy eyes
splash and taste the wet blood
as traps enclosed by sweat and
wooden barriers stretching accross
yesterdays weeping trespass of sin
athe clang clang clang of the triangle
come and get it-----------

by ritt