o fascisti
now I kneel
forensic on my knees
to dissect away the head
the torso and the limbs
all your parts a pentacle
the pentagram of ending
my face as white as plastic sheet
my heartbeats drowning out
your echoing descent
in bin-liner secrecy
as I feed you
to the sows
feed them
your own once-piggy flesh
© BH, 2025
This arose out of a writing prompt based on ‘killing someone is easy but hiding the body, now that’s usually the hard part…’ drawn from Richard Osman’s ‘Thursday Murder Club’. I wrote a macabre poem as a result but, later, reinvented it as a figurative murder of fascist(s). God (should He choose to exist) knows we have a whole lot of those these days.
As is my current practice, I’ve illustrated this in three parts - 1 - 2 - 3.
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