Ballpeen

Ass Ponys

Papers scattered on the lawn

Weeds where there were none before

The evening light is nearly gone

Yellow tape across the door

Broken china underfoot

Makes an uninviting sound

You see them everywhere you look

Coffee table upside down

It was the last time that

He damned her

That she went looking

For the hammer

And with a fury seldom seen

She hit him with the ballpeen

Blood in patterns on the wall

Down the curtains to the floor

You follow handprints down the hall

Water drips behind the door