Your man Turpin's, at the door.

Who's at the door?
you ask politely,
in the fading evening light.
Never you mind – just open up.
and your legs too
you'll find
to your daughter's horror
as Turpin and his men
push past you
into your home.

OPEN UP, I say
says he.
Says he won't hurt you
if you do just as he says
but his gang don't wait
can't be caught outside the door
SMASH
hammer comes
through shattering wood
a dirty bleeding hand reaches for the latch.

Dick smiles,
resting a cocked pistol on his shoulder
a moment,
a moment of ease
It'll be alright
a breath
then a smell
a sharp pungent crime

NOOOOO!!!!!
five men's dirty eyes
rip cotton
groping rough hands
on your daughter's pale flesh
and unnecessarily wet crotch.
And you feel the damp limewash
cold on your back
as they push past you
and it's all
shout loud
and pain
and tears
and crashing
and screams
slap sting iron
snap BANG!
fuck
smoke
tears
fumbling under
held skirts
hands caught
dirty nails
dug in
draw blood
from cheek
and wrist
and thigh
gaping wound.

Crockery cracks, useless
silver, what there is of it, bends
thighs give way
thumbs tug
furniture splinters
under foot
lips part
under hard cock
pain rips like silk
toothless laughter spurts
with decayed breath
and filth enters her sweet body

Warm water
is hard to come by
thoughts turn to bones
and piss
drenches the boards.

Dick isn't smiling anymore
the second man doesn't laugh
the third is just so much stink
don't worry mum
Oh! JesusMaryMotherof

Crumpled cloth
torn tears
powder puff
powder burns
lead paint
lead shot
one will get you
before the semen
seeps through
your daughter's petticoats.