Two houses away from mine a quiet man lives with his dog

The man's son was frail but cruel misguided by the man's hate

The man's wife meek 

She only spoke when spoken to

but unspoken rules keep her cooking

Cleaning.

In the shady house that never had lights

her dread and exhaustion shone brightest

But there was still a happy dog

Trained by violence, she never lost her puppies sheen

Shot at yelled at kicked and abused

But the man always whispered, walked in a disposed manner

Before answering the door naked and warning you of his many guns

He hid his anger with a rosy-cheeked Santa like smile 

but behind his eyes lies is a mind filled with tar

the wife stuck in the tar is a can of gasoline he ignites

the son falls from the sky as black soot coating the ground

There is nothing left but ash