Ebb doth sanity in mother’s arms
Damnation skulks so hide away
Where neither sinner nor devil comes to prey
And lull to sleep with a sacral verse
Ravings aghast and murmurs thrum
Denizens of Plainfield, the butcher has come
The booze took the father soon thereafter
He who defied his mother’s word
Ended up dead by his brother’s hand
O’er the years disease claimed the mother
Defiled, a necrotic crypt he planned
Organs and bones resided in these rooms
Ravenous, skinless men called his name
Embellished was his mother’s corpse
Gently worn on his bodily frame
Encroaching was the law and he was locked away
Immured, his house burnt down, that rancid hell
No cry, but a sigh, and he muttered “Just as well…”
3rd of May - 2023
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Author:
A.B. Jakobsen (
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