The Pig Butcher

 

Pickton pulled the trigger. 

finished her off. 

Her crime was bigger,

Left in a trough.

 

Squeals of delight,

Grinding her down,

Hidden from sight,

Miles from town.

 

Ribbons of flesh,

entrails, sinew and bone 

Minced through mesh,

Can’t hear her moan.

 

Empty roads wet with rain,

Deserted, discarded dead.

Silence screams pain,

Wished she fled. 

 

Clothes in a pile.

Pretty shoes tied.

Forgotten after a while

No one died?

 

No one to notice,

No one to care,

Not even those closest,

It’s just not fair. 

 

He chose the victim

Vulnerable and alone 

Why she picked him 

 prostitute clone. 

 

Those who passed him

 Knew not his name

Vague memories swim

All looked the same.

 

Pretty working girls,

Stolen from this earth,

Leave nothing but curls

No innocence from birth.

 

Lost to the world.

Gone and forgotten.

Pickton to fame hurled,

World gone rotten.