Grim Augury

Both our families after gathering

We're cutting a baby out

With my grandmother's heirloom antler-handled carving knife

They were under her grand chandelier

Where we all, together, have shared holiday dinner

But it was your father that was holding the knife

Yeah, I begged you not to make me tell ya

Yeah, I pleaded with you to, to leave it alone

I told ya

I told you that you didn't want to know

What went on in my horrible dream

I was peering in through the picture window

It was a heart-warming tableau

Like a Norman Rockwell painting

Until I zoomed in

I was making noises in my sleep

But you wouldn't believe me when I told ya

That I wasn't with someone in my dream

Catfish were wriggling in blood and gore in the kitchen sink

Yeah, I told ya

I told ya

I told you

Now sweetie, please promise me

That you won't sing

This sad song, grim augury