Rage

Rage

Rage pours in my eyes and ears
unctuous as Hemlock ,thick and oily
I'm hapless as Hamlet though
fuming for no oedipal cause

News swarms like Furies
stinging every neuron with needle bites
girls killed by sadists
men without honour
who just enjoy a murder ,get a thrill
find reasons to kill
pretty girls they cannot have

In Dunblane little ones died
in the dear innocence of their perfection
A boy of 8 said later
"a shame he died that man
they should have given him to
the Mothers"
I take his meaning and grow it
into nothing kind

It unsexes me like Ma Macbeth
that eunuchs with those twisted dicks
withered from the loss of balls
kill the gentle and the good, kill love and smiles and bravery
the tender girls they cannot have

I hope the mobs make men again
split off into their separate parts
and each never have a quiet sleep
wake screaming in a ghostly sweat
that any given touch is cold
filled with loathing and disgust
their food spat in, wiped in dog

I will wish it, crook my finger
make the evil eye
chant in a Mother's midnight hum
oh where is witchcraft when you need it
where are newts eyes,cauldrons, tongues of bat
I hope the monstrous
tick out long days
tormented by the mirror , the hell of eyes
and
I hope they share a cell
with something worse