The Party Poem by jane solanrobertson

The party began with a bang
Like a giant balloon
That burst onto Bridge Street
Splattering them red.
After the eerie silence
Shoppers ran screaming
From the streamers of litter,
From the bin that hid the cake.
It was baked with love and marzipan,
By the killer clowns.
A boy with no face
Lay still, barely breathing
His Mother's Day card signed in his blood
And a baby called for his daddy
From a doorway
Where the angel tried in vain to save him.

No-one went away empty-handed.
The clowns had handed out
Their legacy of hate
At the party to beat all parties.