Lachrymose






Roll up her sleeves no rue of horrid act
picked up the tiny child 
submerge watery hex
peering through dead eyes 
betrayed maternal will

*Three to go there still*

Ritualistic and all the same 
animalistic for freedom gain
innocence accord her will
behold the paradox of kill

Shield this ghastly deed 
others still unknowing
Lack of future breed
obvious and showing

sunk a liquid shroud 
screams and hold them down
sunk a tinted cloud
pacified and growing

down the hall to the room 
set him in a pile
call to another

*Come here my little child*

time for sleep soon 
Shhhh.. it’s all right
Two still to go
 to turn out the light

Lachrymose of burden slain 
too much here to gain
blood of innocence to spill
behold material maternal will


Behold the paradox of kill
Behold the paradox of kill




 




  

Created on ... July 21, 2004