Foretelling the future with a crystal ball 

AT 6.37 pm tonight a little girl, only 7, named Laura West,
will be brutally raped and murdered.
This will happen at the local park on main street.
She will scream, the scream of the forgotten.

An awkward boy, a shy boy named Peter,
will return to a dark house with a blue door.
He will have blood on his hands and will try to wash
blood off a kitchen knife.
He will sleep, the sleep of the lost.

At 8.42pm Mrs West will hear a knock at her door.
The Police will tell her that her baby Laura has had
her throat cut. They will not tell her she was raped.
Mrs West will fall to her knees and pray to gentle Jesus.
She will pray, the prayer of the damned.

I will lay my head down on duck-down pillows and weep.
I will weep the tears of the visionary.
For tomorrow I will see it all again