Q. love you to death

We lay,we listern to the boots crunch by,
they search, they shout, they seek us.
the golden stars of scum.

We lay, bracken wrapped
in ditch black water,
your wimper puppy cry,

Will take us down
to the pits of hate
and screaming eyes.

I cup your loving pant
and try to calm your wimper
tighter tighter, I hug you
pressed to my chest
so sorry little wimper
I loved you to death.