The neighbours never took any notice
of his silence although it spoke loud.  
He was a man shrouded in mystery-
not a part of anyones history, he blissfully
existed, persistently kept to his own space
distantly. “ Did you miss me?” he asked
his greyhound the same day he was found
dead- his dog didn’t reply, so he put a bullet
straight through his empty head and on his
corpse the dog fed for two weeks before
the smell reeked and leaked up stairs
and half the neighbours fled instead of
calling the police. But there is only weeks
left on his lees and soon the landlord will come
to collect his overdue fee’s:

Now he arrives with a knock on the door.
Something isn’t right of this he is sure.

But it’s just another case of Dennistoun Door’