An all women house across the street-
Each elderly and riddled with dementia,
From which there issue forth, hourly,
Screams of fear and anger,
as those for rape and murder,
The blaring horns of Death the Horseman
Stepping over the coconut shell welcome mat-
Has brought to my attention the existence
Of much better things to fear
Than spiders, dead end jobs and loneliness.
prince nothing 