thank you for the pink slip

I will drown you in fox blood.

My dogs will take to your heel

and fell you like a desperate

kit - tear you in bites, rend you

into mash. The Savages.

We will leave you, your face down

bubbling as you breathe out

as the blood mixes with snow

to find a new shade of pink.

Five and four and three and two,

it is now four thirty on

Friday. You have planned this well.

As I will now leave knowing

the last words you say to me:

'I hope you have a good day.'

Look how polite we are now.