by Ethel Mortenson Davis
He’s not behind the door
or under your bed,
yet,
but in the school
and down the road.
He rapes,
kills,
and eats children.
Oh, yes, Virginia,
there is a boogieman.
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
He’s not behind the door
or under your bed,
yet,
but in the school
and down the road.
He rapes,
kills,
and eats children.
Oh, yes, Virginia,
there is a boogieman.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry
Tagged as boogieman, cannibalism, fear, Gallup, murder, poems, rape, recent news stories
Isn’t that a tragic, cautionary truth, Ethel.
Beware the boogieman beware, you may not see him but he is there!
I read your message!
Sobering, chilling to the core, this is like a splash of ice water to the face, shivering, sobering, chilling…couldn’t be more stark…*shivers*…whooh…I don’t even want to think about this…This is why I don’t follow the news anymore, because its all so horrific like this, one horrible horrible thing after another! Whew…! The news is awful. 😦
And this poem reminded me of this guy, a real-life historical example of what you are discussing in your poem. I am so sorry if the article disturbed you. It sickened me too. Ugh. *shivers*
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Fish
The news is sickening for sure. The only way for me to deal with this and heal is by writing poetry. Sorry to remind us again. Ethel
Sadly and horrifically true – very powerful statement, as always!
Good to hear from you. love Ethel
This is chilling Ethel and most effective.
Thank you John. Ethel
Powerful message … very sad truth.
Spooky genuinely.