04-16-2012, 03:05 AM
Chainsaws whirring in the dark.
That's what it amounts to.
Ugly, grainy mug shots
and photos of where it took place.
When the killer liked to rest
(midnight, after beers)
and how he spent his Friday nights
(driving, then killing gay men.)
Whir. Whir. Whirrrr.
Nature alights
in a laughing cosmos.
Every simple thing has song:
sparrows to light switches.
Beauty is more important than truth,
chainsaws whirring in the dark,
I hope as the crime is lovingly told.
That's what it amounts to.
Ugly, grainy mug shots
and photos of where it took place.
When the killer liked to rest
(midnight, after beers)
and how he spent his Friday nights
(driving, then killing gay men.)
Whir. Whir. Whirrrr.
Nature alights
in a laughing cosmos.
Every simple thing has song:
sparrows to light switches.
Beauty is more important than truth,
chainsaws whirring in the dark,
I hope as the crime is lovingly told.
