Bad Seed
(for Mary Bell)
We murder so we can come back
purple where the white once lay:
to grip the stem with tight figures
cure sore throats we like to say.
Daddy bee too drunk with nectar,
mummy she has gone away:
come join us little children
all fall down we like to play.
See the little babies sleeping
peaceful, with a hint of grey:
see their mummies all o'grieving
skip away, away, and never say.
We murder so we can come back
we children crost with the fey:
We murder so we can come back
out all day in search of play.
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