Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Perhaps it was the reason she was told
she’d sinned in unwed teenage pregnancy:
her expectations paranoid were fixed
upon her first-born son whence first he cried
and death seemed all too eager to respond.
She’d rescued him when all for others failed.
She’d stolen him away from risk and brought
him home to life; and when he bled, she caught
his blood in lovely hands— and lovely wailed
when he was healed. First him; and fears abscond
in him: the scapegoat son who would have died
to save from worry all her children mixed
in life that later came: what poignancy,
to Mary’s daughters at the grave behold.

Five daughters slaughtered
Not murdered
You can't murder things
What else is a girl
except an object
Objects of desire
Pretty little things


He said he was afraid of his dreams
And Nietzsche looked for the source of evil
and found it in God
ANd the killer hated God,
he hated himself he felt empty
This is a disease called man

I dreamed my computer was stolen last night
What a sense of relief and freedom