Dark Animus
Spawn of fatherless
whores and castoff mistresses,
the orphaned bastard shadows
of our dreams do not sport
keffiyeh, piercings, or tribal tattoos.
Disguised in cowboy attire
flashing Elvis grins, they are the quiet
mild-mannered neighbor who is
never any trouble until dismembered
bodies surface in the back yard.
Who by daylight, door to door, peddling
essential household goods, politely
knock, tip a hat, say thank
you, Ma’am, and please, drink tea
and stroke their victims’ egos and knees.
Who by lamplight charm and swindle
the barkeep out of steaks and ale
while out back the skeletal stallion herd
they drive each pink sunrise into the mines
starves left to lightening and hail.
Who are the feral green-eyed
mother’s sons, cherry-bombing
BB-gunners that on chore-less summer days
shoot birds, whip snakes, eviscerate
frogs, burn cats, torture dogs.
Who groom our lawns, carry
out and light our garbage, help
the elderly, and search for our missing
pets, while late at night they tap
upon our daughters’ windowpanes.
Scofflaws, never apprehended
who grew into closet alcoholics,
gamblers, blackmailers, terrorists, senators
and cheats, judges, dealers,
dirty cops and secret mercenaries,
double agents of no country.
By Shelly Norris
From: United States
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