The Amaranthine Poet

Toy Box (A Poem About Serial Killer, David Parker Ray)

how many times did you play.
And play your tape
David Parker Ray
voice sharper than your tools
how many hollowed skulls
swallowed holes on the shelves
inside the toy box
filled with reek of
whatever stained the
chains and ice picks
like metal snakes and fangs
on the floor
drawings and diagrams
guide the hunt
and hunt some more
in a trailer in the desert
your ritual begins
take out candles
spread them over fire
wash a load, load limbs in dryer
before
Playing with your dolls
your bugged out eyes
a picture in every mirror on the walls
but no door Where is the door
No escape.
your poor lost victims
Murderape
vacate which premises
near the city of Truth or Consequences
(though you had none)
in the cold quiet of Elephant Butte
your body salts their wounds
Their bodies salt the lake