Butcher Town

I was raised in a town of killers
But I didn’t see their blades
Like blurs through a camera
No sense of purpose only shapes

I was raised beside a river of blood
Fed by petty streams of hate
Though I never learned to swim
I played along its banks till late

Next door had a thing in their study
It’s yelps kept me from sleep
Till one day my father heard a whimper
Never again did I hear it weep

I wasn’t born in this town
I know not where, I tell no lies
I look into the face of my parents
And we have such different eyes