End of the World

Aren't I a sweetheart...

The dog dragged in a body yesterday

I turned my head, I said not to look

"Please, dog, take it away, away,"

Dog said back, "Look, girl, look,"

I didn't want to but I turned back

"Watch this, watch me," he said

I had to listen to the bones crack

"Just remember, he was already dead,"

"Doesn't make it any….oh God,"

"There is no God here," he said with a grin

The man might not have found God

But he definitely found the end

"Why do you do this?" I asked him

He looked surprised. "Well,"

"I'm almost doing a favor for them—

"Disposing of the body—The rest is in Hell,"

"Thought there wasn't a God?" I said with my own grin

"Don't mock me, girl, this is what I can do,"

He was stripping the flesh off by then

"Don't mock me again or this will be you."

I was scared and he knew it

I swallowed back the bile in my throat

"Jesus, girl, I wouldn't really do it."

"I've got- oh God- I've got—"

"Go on, get on, get out."

I crawled out feeling pained

Hands holding my head

Full of sickness and shame

Remembering what the dog had said;

"This is the end of pain, girl,

This is the end.

This is the world."