These prints in the dust won’t last through a downpour
Evidence of annihilation
To be annihilated
These tracks turning to nameless mud
Whose bloody work this is
There’ll be no more bricks to bake
No more homes to make
A bell rung
I wish I could have been there for you
Stop the killer at the door
Knock Knock
The reader knows
Who’s there
It’ll be all about
Something that won’t blow over
And a lunatic who roams the streets
A revenge play
The cops do the best they can in these crazy days
Now it’s about to rain
Pour the plaster right away
These prints in the dust won’t last through this downpour
Lanning Lee 