Night Of The Coffin Fly Poem by Mark Heathcote

Is this the night of the 'coffin fly? '
that will riddle down 6ft 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 6ft under; the night of the 'coffin fly? '