Metal thick wire
Eye-see winter pyre
Writhing, cry-thing
Straddle dagger love.
Hooked Barbossa
Closer, closer
Loot the cradle, fetal ladle
Bumpkin, gutting, fatal, gable.
Once you held a dress there
Slinky skirt of night air
Lying in a puddled heat,
Twisted on the floor.
Reaches for the phone, but
Falters with a groan-
Mama’s sittin home,
Rose’ll end the pain alone.
Ruby depths she dared to sound
May God save this Dixie town
Steely faces looking down
Heavy, coiled, pendant frowns.
Rose is twenty-one today
Friends and family come to pay
Respects while their fears allay
Hold their daughters, look away.