A HARP TEAR
the seal killer
acrylic on canvas by Robert Margetts
To my child and wife
Silenced in love, murdered from life
Cuddled in fur, wrapped in lace
Taunting strangers, smiling with grace
Crawling in the snow with pup in sight
Sheltered from the cold and youthful flight
On the Eve of Christmas year
Shouts from the enemy, cries of fear
Attack was brutal, sickle was quick
Blood dripped from the butchers stick
A gift here forgotten tomorrow
Killing the helpless yet feeling no sorrow
Wrapped in harp, cuddled in red
They walk the streets carrying my dead.
The rose and the thorn cut from the stem
Lying in the garbage like a faulty gem
And all the memories that we made
And the dreams that we shared
Echoed silence from the ripper
The Gardner, the rose clipper.
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