I see my serial killer neighbour
In the sharp early evening light
It does him no favours
Looks like he's had a fright
He put something in the wheely bin
Took a step
Turned
And fished it out
Cast a look over both shoulders
Cupped his burden
Went back in his flat
He is so slight and skinny
A breath of wind could Leave him prone
He's clearly subduing them with drugs
Before doing what must be done.