Revenge Fantasy - Ted Hughes

[hatrack]

There was a person
Could not get rid of his mother
As if he were her topmost twig
So he pounded and hacked at her
With numbers and equations and laws
Which he invented and called truth
He investigated, incriminated
And penalized her, like Tolstoy
Forbidding, screaming and condemning
Going for her with a knife
Obliterating her with disgusts
Bulldozers and detergents
Requisitions and central heating
Rifles and whiskey and bored sleep

With all her babes in her arms, in ghostly weepings
She died.

His head fell off like a leaf.

[virgogal]

1. Never did like Ted Hughes.