Mask
Ripped
Off
You
Kneel
Screaming
In the
Blood
And the
Dust,
Your son's
Lanky
Body
Sprawled
Across your
Lap
His
Gaping
Heart
Open
To the
Filth
Of the
World
That killed
Him-
The one
Perfect
Child
Of your
Womb.
(Dammit,
Would it
Hurt
You
To smile
Just once?)
His
Monstrous
Beauty
Laughs
Silently
Up at the
Ceiling,
You tried
To protect him
When they
Burst in,
You saw
His hand,
Finger
To
Temple
Red lights
Converge,
That hand a
Blur-
Scarlet
Explosion,
Hurling
Him
Backwards
The
Gun you'd
Hidden
Landing
Beside
Him,
A puff
Of
Cocaine.
(My cheating
Bastard of
A husband,
Died the
Same way.)
They
Put
Him
Away,
Your
One
Perfect
Son,
Marble
And
Blood
On a
Cold
Blue
Steel
Altar,
Angelic
Brown
Eyes
Pale
In the
Cheap
Yellow
Light.
("You
Worthless
Brat,
You Deserve
Nothing!")
"Mrs.
Langon,
Is this
Your
Son?"
The mask
Now replaced-
"Yes,
That's my
Boy."
Marble
And
Scarlet,
Angel
Recumbent,
Blood
On the
Carpet,
Heart
On the
Wall,
As inside
You rage
At your
Ungrateful
Child,
That the
Filth and
Decay
Of the
World
Took
Away.