Bogus Piety
They assembled in black
eyes dripping red tears
with appearance of touching piety
to bury our mother
while she was still alive
They knife care laboured
so they could be blinded
by aluminium foil fealty
for family kaleidoscope mirrage of love
masqueraded knives of heart stabbing
haemorrhaging golden coins from the dying
Two women sitting seven days
needles for the soul
evaporated salt waste
eyes red and deader
than the dead sea
They assembled like a pack
counting profit
beaks deep into flesh
marking their share
of the still living
AMEN
God is full of mercy
that is why non
was left for the
still living
Even Loch Lomond
Has no room for all my tears
To my sisters, who care more about revenge and getting inheritance money from my dying parents, who are prepared to stab each other and pretend to be loving while hiding the dripping knifes behind their backs.