Evulsion - Poem by jerry hughes
'in memorium Peter Shoobridge and his daughters'
Gentle poet what drove you to this extreme?
Something from your private living hell?
Severing the hand that took your daughters lives,
you placed a rifle to your head.
There was no audience when the shot rang out,
and the curtain fell on the silence of the dead.
Explanation: Peter Shoobridge a writer-poet, slit
the throats of his four daughters, chopped off his
hand with an axe, then blew his brains out.
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