Temple Terrorist Poem by JAY WALK

You must drench
the cloth
in water, mother, and
squeeze it, so
I can wipe the floor again.

Quickly mother! Drench it
so I can wipe and
the floor shall be
spotless again.

What are you
looking at, mother?
We must not give it
time to settle or
it shall dry
and stain the floor again.

I'm sorry mother,
I've tried not
to bleed on the carpet but
what do I do?
My thighs
are slick with blood again.

In vain I try
and
fall
and try
only to
fall
again.

Come, mother,
put the blade aside.
Let me wipe,
and we shall start over.
Again.