SEEN AND HEARD AND MURDERED.

You heard them
In your head room,
They asked to be undone;
One afternoon
They came to you,
And used their little tongues.

You saw them
In the bathroom,
Where they did not belong,
And never knew
What other tunes
Their voices could have sung.

You led them
To the bedroom,
And killed them one by one,
And two by two
You had removed
Their arms and legs and lungs.

You wrapped them
In the back room,
To keep them from the sun,
They looked brand new
In their cocoons,
Without their red shirts on.