The Butcher, by Danny Kemp


As the butcher comes to cut off your tail,

Do you believe the politicians who spin you a tale,

Or the newspapers that are full of lies,

Or big business as your trust they buy.


As the butcher comes to cut off your tail

Do you examine the threat in every detail?

Or do you accept the peril as it appears,

Simply waiting in a corner full of tears?


As the butcher comes to cut off your tail

Do you smell the terror and inwardly inhale?

Can you taste it as if you’re sucking a sweet,

But it’s bitter and sour; too unpleasant to eat?


As the butcher comes axe in hand

And you’re tired as if you’ve been running through sand

Who is there to turn to in your distress

After all, it was none of your making any of this mess.


Who is this butcher who comes for your tail

And what does his threat fully entail?

Could it be you in another’s disguise

As all truth lies dying; it’s been crucified!


© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.


About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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