Led On By A Desperate Exile From Happiness Poem by Charles Chaim Wax

Cool metal of blue dawn
the sunny day yet again summoned
into the terror of
shrieking shadowy crows
plucking soft dead flesh
floating serenely into sewers
already stuffed with rancid wreckage
the names not even a memory.
Her body beaten to death
each speck colored purple
by blasting fists
while bound to a chair
the heavy robes
declaring absolute misery
while the dear girl’s childhood
cries are soaked up by vast walls
bloated with revolting silence
The fourth death this month
in Brooklyn
the borough of Churches
by mothers
by fathers
addicted to the only
power
possible
for them
already defeated
already doomed
squeezing the life out of
all the life
they could lay their hands on.