Bambi

Red drool in a river of shit

But all the abattoir is dark:

Despite the darkness, little sleep

Under the starless roof.


In a small suburban home

Someone sucks the pulp from ribs

And consoles his flabby boy:

‘Don’t worry son! Who doesn’t cry

When they see Bambi’s mother die?’

By Matthew Chalmers

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