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Click hereelectrically jumpstarted
the neural system
of Matthew Clydesdale,
an executed killer.
The dead man's face
danced like the legs
of a galvanized frog,
expressing the full gamut
.
of human emotions:
rage, horror, and despair,
topped by a ghastly smile.
The slayer's eyes carefully
watched the proceedings,
astonished that his soul
was so abruptly recalled
to pull the wires
of the fleshy puppet's mask
it had so recently shed.
Source:The Lady and Her Monsters by Roseanne Montillo (HarperCollins, 2013)
Thanks for this poem pointing out this weird event in history. Truth really is stranger than fiction.
Really like this.
Very nicely constructed. I particularly liked the slide into gothic horror in the last seven lines & the use of the word ‘slayer’ there to emphasise.
I think generally readers on the site react more positively to poems that are warm and cuddly or, if not, lie behind reinforced glass. This poem is not cuddly and it just stands there, licking its lips, staring at the reader.
Original.