The Killing Trade
Here,
In this cold and faceless room
Just a number on a cage
A thing without a name
Here,
Locked in cages neat and clean
Waiting fearfully to go
Where so many more have been
Fearing what I've never seen
I,
Have seen the hands that deal in pain
And the blade when freshly stained
Empty cages that fill again
But I have seen their shapes
Moving silently past the iron grill
Maybe they'll overlook me
If I just stay quiet and still
And breathe a little less I'm sure they will
Now as each moment flickers past
While in their mercy left
I pray to their god not mine
Till the curious blade divides
My heart keeps missing at each fearful sound
Unscrewed and burning turning inside out
Waiting
In senseless fear
As the moment of my death draws near
Copyright control: Tony Nicholson