Thwack Thwack
Machete’s percussion against the bone
Slicing through epithelium……connective……
Gurgling of venous blood
Thwack Thwack
Word painting in haemochrome
Muffled murmurs
Consciousness along descending fifths
Thwack Thwack
His eyes, a veneer of opiated hate
Her son and his, downstairs, listening to silence
And percussion of a Machete
Thwack Thwack
She had a stay order on him,
Against his inebriated virulent manhood,
Fancy though, a fool she, to her own forgiving mien
Thwack Thwack
He found her, her son did
Garishly vivisected
Barely sucking in her last dregs of life
Silence………..
On a case of Domestic Violence in Georgetown, Guyana
