THIS IS A POEM BY CORBET DEAN A PHOENIX AZ. POLICE OFFICER WHO PUTS
HIS EXPERIENCES IN POETRY AND DOES THEM AS A SLAM POET. HE HAS BEEN
VOTED SLAM POET OF THE YEAR TWO YEARS IN A ROW AND TOOK 2ND PLACE
IN THE NATIONALS. THIS IS PUBLISHED IN A COLLECTION, VOICES FOR THE
VOICELESS.
HE WHO HUNTS MONSTERS, BEWARE
THE DESPAIR IN NIETZCHE'S PROPHECY
REMINDS ME
OF A FRANTIC, FIVE-YEAR OLD WHO LIVED IN MY BEAT....
INVARIABLY
SHE WOULD PULL ME TOWARD THE INSANITY
OF SOMEPLACE SWARMING WITH ADDICTS AND INSECTS.
I TRIED "DESSY", I TRIED...
I IMPOUNDED THE METH, THE SMACK, THE CRACK
I BEGGED SOCIAL SERVICES, NOT TO GIVE YOU BACK...
BUT...........
TWO DAYS BEFORE YOUR BIRTHDAY,
I FOUND YOU SLEEPING IN A CITY ALLEY.
THEY WOULDN'T LET ME INTERVIEW YOUR MOMMY
'CAUSE I WOULDA RIPPED HER THROAT OUT.
WHEN SHE TOLD ME
YOU SOILED YOURSELF, WHEN SHE SAW YOU THAT DAY.
SO SHE "PURIFIED YOU.
BY STRIPPING YOUR CLOTHES AWAY, BINDING YOUR FEET
TO YOUR HANDS,
AND LOCKING YOU IN A CLOSET WITH ONLY YOUR
BREATH.....
16 HOURS LATER
SHE BEAT YOU TO DEATH............
