Neee-eu Neee-eu Neee-eu!
This sound – What does it do?
Seeing his blue stillness
her own heartbeat, thumping,
is all she can feel.
And the screams ricocheting in her head
only come out as soft whimpers.
Help arrives in a wail of sirens.
Weeee-oh Weeee-oh Weeee-oh
Is it only for show?
She focuses on his neat haircut
His circumlocution a droning blanket
of naive comfort she can hide in.
But “identify” and “morgue”
penetrate the whooshing in her ears
like a cold slap in the face.
Bleeee-der Bleeee-der Bleeee-der
Is this the domain of the newsreader?
The smarmy look is gone from his visage.
No longer pumped with force,
the greasy fluid oozes from his guts
onto the floor. Even now,
she’s still cleaning up after him.
Let them bring their own mops.
Eeee-oww Eeee-oww Eeee-oww
Why can’t they help me now?
The pain comes in waves.
Through silent sobs, she hears his words
“if you tell anyone our secret,
they’ll take your dollies away”
She knows this is the truth –
Daddy is a policeman.