Night Of The Coffin Fly Poem by Mark Heathcote

Is this night the night of the 'coffin fly? '
that will riddle down 6 feet under.
Deeper than deep
In short bursts of running.
Jerky movements in a midnight flurry
No, it's another gun-wheedling madman.
A 'scuttle fly' with a machine gun.
Scum of the Earth!  
Bringing mayhem to a nation in turmoil, crying
And why, why, why
And why, why, why
And why, why, why
Their parents ask
Their partners ask
The headlines ask 
The people ask 
But their politicians never answer.
It goes deeper.
Deeper than deep
And 6 feet under; the night of the 'coffin fly? '