What He Wanted, What He Got
He wanted to heal her broken heart, hang white curtains in her room
Give her the greenhouse rose, the unnaturally perfect orchid
Fragrant spring air to fill her house
But he made a toxic cocktail at the bar
Lay skulls of thalidomide babies
Whale bone and relics from Dachau at her door.
Mid-spring snow, layers of acid ice and snow silenced spring
She lay on her bed smiling at nothing
He opened his hands
She lay on loam wanting nothing
His beautiful hands were trembling
He wanted to make her new again, his filthy hands were grasping
Wanting to heal her, he slaughtered her children
And ate them one by one.
In the house of wonder and beauty
She lay silently on wheat dreaming green and blue horizons
But when he set the house aflame and pumped into her his radioactive seed
The globe shook, the walls fell
He lay his beautiful, bloody hands on her throat, kissed her
And choked her to death.
First Published in “From This Side of The River” by Rayn Roberts