There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart
só heavy, if he had a hundred years
& more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time
Henry could not make good.
Starts again always in Henry's ears
the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime.
And there is another thing he has in mind
like a grave Sienese face a thousand years
would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly,
with open eyes, he attends, blind.
All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears;
But never did Henry, as he thought he did,
end anyone and hacks her body up
and hide the pieces, where they may be found.
He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing.
Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.
Nobody is ever missing.
I find the last stanza of this poem to be completely and utterly haunting. Have at it :)
Mad scientist monthly new inventions/products: New! Tee that shrinks as you walk! Exploding marijuana! It explodes! The reverse cigarette! It smokes you! Removable lipstick?! The auto-accordion! It plays itself!
This marks the beginning of one of my muses: Mad Scientist Monthly. posts that will reflect the mindset and goals of the modern mad scientist. Products, services, ideas, and potentially life-saving devices for the modern mad scientist on-the-go.
Ideas such as:
24 mm film camera full of blood.
deluxe hair emulsifier. One (1) 21.5 oz. container.
water that melts eyebrows. One (1) 25 oz. container