living in the attic
crawls down during the night
takes bread
clothes from the children
climbs back up before daylight
why isn’t this it’s home?
well, it is
it should take it
it’s alive, they’re alive; it deserves it
not going to stow away anymore
it’s cold and it’s dark
will live in shame no longer
it crawls down during the night
and it stays working far past daylight
drags bodies down to the creeks shore
rolls them in
pushes them off
changes the sheets
cleans up the blood
opens a can of beans
eat with hands
who gives a fuck
doesn’t know any better
quiet
except for chewing