It Makes You Happy Poem by Kerri White

You relinquish
in the infantry-covered doorway
that murders, tortures-
like a genocide of unsuspecting innocents.

You devour
every corpse left after the mutilation
while dreaming, remembering-
every scream of agony excites you.

It's physical-
the type of fulfillment you receive.
You're emotionally unstable-
the cries from the bedroom prove you're unhappy.

Yet you pull back the curtain as the blood bath continues...

(3 October 2005)