SQUEEK

Blood runs down over my eys & falls

to the ground after dripping down onto

the cymbal with it's glittery music.

The gong of the drummers & the snake

of desire hisses in my ear as my eyes grow

heavy & the blood tells the story

of the Squeek - The Noble Dog of Fairyland.

Squeek marches away from the steaming

puddle of blood & when my eyes flutter open

the doctors say it's a miracle & my sisters

squeeze my hands & say:

"Thank God."