drowned, strangled, which will it be
For my baby? The man who is out there
Whose name is Legion,
Is making the cage right now to keep her in.
looks harmless, this man
Was the kind of boy who shoots cats.
Now, he keeps a knife and rope
In the boot of his flashy car.
In his time
he has mugged old women,
Stuffed shit through the door
Of a quaking Pakistani. That's just
For starters. I saw him
In the paper, yesterday, head down
As they put him away for raping a child.
there again today, a different face
He'll be behind the bushes, down the lane
He's in the car, closing in
The man with the over-friendly smile
'Excuse me, darling, do you know the way?'