RIPPER

lights go out

souls come in



the killer

thinks himself asleep

while he tears

his wife and children open



years later

the puppet of his body

on the night of memorial

resurrected by the playful

lovers of theatre

primeval burglars of memory



break and enter

the bedrooms

of the nightmares



condors mistaken

for airplanes on radar

keeper of the souls

on the brink of extinction



the condor eats death

stores the souls it consumes

it swells full



i am the condor

i am the keeper of souls

i had death for breakfast

i slept in a placenta of blood last night

and my victims wouldn't have had it any other way…