By Reason of Insanity

Harken now To this tale most foul Don surgeon’s cloaks and help disembowel… Demeanor so tainted, rationale denied Mental state not withstanding, five children have died By her dripping wet hands, motherly guile “Just sit in the tub, baby; just for a while” “Mommy will hold you, now don’t be afraid” For there is no stopping the plan she has made The youngest is helpless, clenching tiny pink fists The oldest is wary and tries to resist Undaunted and composed, she chases him down Since he knows her intentions, he’ll be next to drown Surveying her work, she surely must know… But she doesn’t stop there; three more to go Now that she’s finished she lays them out neat Onto the bed and covered with sheets Surely exhausted, but lucid enough to phone… The police and her husband so she won’t be alone Not now with the babies, for all is so still Her clothes soaking wet and getting a chill, She waits by the door for them to arrive How fortunate for her, that she’s still alive To face a jury and be given her trial Let us sit back and watch the system churn for awhile The verdict is in…finally those tiny voices will be heard But what we hear instead are these very words: She is “Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity” Here we are now in our feeble humanity Trying to fathom the innocent suffering Not bearing to think of such a horrific ending But alas, here our story must draw to a close While we contemplate the sweet late children’s repose