What Happens on Saturday Night Around Here
by David Wiseman
Ol’ Creeper’s going to kill somebody tonight
he has knives in his mouth.
Slicks back his hair for stalking, eases
on out the door.
Slides from bush shadow to chimney corner
seeking the small and scared who sneak
from shadow to shadow, nibbling
at the edges of life.
Sits back on his haunches, and runs
his ragged tongue over his lips.
He will wait and slink all night
snapping to action
at just the right moment, sinking
his knives deep and breaking bones.
He plays with the wounded,
and in the morning drinks
milk to wash the blood from his mouth.