and he laughed as
he left
the room, now white
and empty.

freedom called
(mother said)
so silas strolled along the street

later
silas returned home.
home – is it
where the heart is?

certainly the
liver
was there…
a foot
kidney
and brain.

but Silas had hidden
the heart

Rather well.

My Uncle Silas was a psychopath,
And every Sunday, after tea, He’d
Slaughter some Goats, saying it was,
“For Practice”

Occasionally, Silas would sing to us.
His singing was loud and drunken,
And it was incoherent, for He sang as
He drank His victims’ blood.

Today, Silas has gone away. Mother
Doesn’t know where he is. She
Claims that He never existed. But she
Must be wrong, for I’ve seen Silas-
I saw Him inside my mind.