Maligny Street
The sun set slow that day Its light soothing blood, The moon come silent And sweet That night the red ran on Maligny Street. Birch came first, A day like any other. Esme, his late wife And Mavis, his dear mother. No one could say for sure What really tore the mind of the man Birch Deep When stone steamed scarlet That cold winter week That night the red ran on Maligny Street You could say it was snow, Snowflakes on skin like leprosy. Or was it Birch mistress Cornelia? A devious woman of soul and mind was she. Not that it would've changed what happened When the sun went down by the silent grey sky Barren and bleak That night the red ran on Maligny Street As Birch came home that day Another thing changed Though his wife was still there And his mother no less deranged, The door left open Beast flesh under