A splash of red is all it takes to stain the carpet and raise the steaks,Ash to ash and body to body nobody will find what’s hidden in the lobby Under the roses in the garden lies alittle secret nobody would fathom , hammers cling and clash ,bash and mash ,one sits in the garage bleached from old to new use for who knows what defiantly not you , when the cops come looking the mr is missing and the Carpet is clean ,behind closed doors his fist meant her and nobody heard the screams ,so the misses took care of the mr and that was that joy all around and a little secret never to be found. New poem time