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Unseeing Eyes, London.



The Butcher delivers her pound of flesh,
To the poor woman who carry's this bloody mess.
Little does she know, her meat has gone rotten,
For all the maggots & worms, drops it forgotten.
Out in the hallway, they go and they come,
Not looking, not hearing, not caring......not one.
Dirty boots grind this meat down to dust,
Covering the sole & floor with a bloody rust.
No amount of cleaning to remove this dirt,
With this morbid life of pain & hurt,
Can be long enough to bare this all,
Until The Butcher re-opens for business as usual.

Jason




(C) JPT 2006