Dismember

A poem about Ed Gein, the inspiration for the movies Psycho, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Silence of the Lambs

 

Had she been able to make a call

Before I hung her in the hall

I hadn’t known she had a cell

She could have, but oh well

 

As I approached she began to flail

Beneath her feet I placed the pail

I touched the blade to my tongue

It is quite sharp and kind of stung

 

Her eyes widened I guess from fear

As the knife came slowly near

The flesh slit by the shiny blade

Down her body a bloody cascade

 

As the blood dripped off her toes

She jerked and juked in her death throes

The body now at last was still

Her blood the bucket it did fill

 

Carefully poured in plastic bags

The date I wrote upon the tags

Into the freezer to later use

As I prepared my famous stews

 

From the body cold and bare

The skin removed with utmost care

Entrails placed in Tupperware

The liver fits with little room to spare

 

Her other organs I save as well

From outside I here a yell

This is the police let us in

I turn to the door and kind of grin

 

Through the tunnel under my house

I scurry away like a mouse

Oh, no you can’t catch me

I’ve always got a way to flee

 

I popped up down the street

Laughing now this is sweet

I have my bounty in a sack

On to the next place don’t look back

 

Again I’ve gotten clean away

Escaped the jail one more day

Another victim soon to find

But not until I have dined