Eve Wastrel


I lost a dear friend just over two years ago

She was innocently walking along any street

When an advertising hoarding crushed her

Due to the high desert winds

It was determined that corrosion

Has caused the hoarding to break up

When the abnormal winds

Swept over her town

As I expected the blame game

Descended into a farce

And nothing became nothing

My friends name had become worthless

So I kidnapped the CEO at gunpoint

And drove him into the desert

I cried as he fried and died

Yet felt so totally cleansed

That evening I quietly placed

Fresh flowers on Tansy’s

Lonely and dusty grave