Poetry: LEECHES (Or, Landlord Don't Shoot Me)

This poem was published in Hamilton Arts & Letters last year. I wrote it after a landlord in Stoney Creek shot and killed two of his tenants, to the absolute joy of some very sick people on social media. 

LEECHES (Or, Landlord Don't Shoot Me)

My mouldy house has leeches

They're all over the place

Crawling squirming biting

Eating, breeding

Mountains of leeches in the kitchen

Leeches in my bathtub

In my bed, in my hair

Leeches leeches leeches

What can I do about all these leeches?

Sucking all my blood

They won't stop til I'm bone white

Suck and suck and suck

Til there's no more red

We'll have a bone white maple

On a bone white flag