Plainfield Butcher

Tarnished with delusions of a raving Lutheran 

umbilical cord wound into mental ligatures

Socially inept and violated by solitude 

startled flesh bound to brood

Henry awoke to life beyond the tainted farmstead

Seared alive there was no immediate justice

Though fraught with undeniable evidence

Rife in misandry and seething with bitterness

perhaps such a will to be godly sent her to an early death

The seeds of his grievance transcend into madness

Abandoned by his only bond and idol

Blinded still by her infectious dogmas

He hastily walked back and forth from the graveyard

Scanning the paper to observe the obituary 

digging up deceased to flay their fresh corpses

and strut around in creations he'd so carefully adorned

a desperate attempt to merge to his mother

A womans cadaver reflecting straight at him

while he madly hacked and upholstered his belongings

his mothers ramblings instilled powering the wronging

Unfinished.

Reviews

[Kate Henderson]

This is very suitably macabre and horrific. Fantastic writing, such great language within this piece that make it stand out. Great stuff! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is like a really good horror movie all packed into a few lines of a really visual poem...

into the mind of a killer, what makes him tick, what caused the madness.

nicely done.