Child Rapist Cop

Author’s recitation of piece:

He tried to erase me with all the rest
A pledge to serve and protect, an oath to humanity
Stewards of The Law
Safety for all
He’s a cop, po-po, 5-O
“We’re gonna get the guy who did this to you”
Get him alright
But a darker plan was hatched instead
See how she cries, curled up in bed
Cradles the newfound sickness in her head
“She needs some fun. Loves to dance, eh?”
Groomed to bury and flee her grief, she agrees
Her strung mom, a blind accomplice again
Blunts and Beats will ease this unnamed pain
A core wound from which her budding addiction will bloom
Necrotic edges, sickly sweet--swell, pulse, and weep
The most wretchedness she’d known within
A ravenous pit, emptiness unfilled
Hunger like never before
Nothing is enough
More. More. More.
Hope and love are out of reach
They’ve sunk too deep-into the rot
When will it stop?
 
Do a thing to her that she can barely hold
For the might of its weight
A rape for a rape
How much can she take?
Remind her of the world’s lies: No One’s on the Other Side
The incredulity of such acts will vanish their tracks
Laid so methodical, precise, and connived
A labyrinth of madness he labored to design
Each rotation’s treasure
A young girl’s insides
 
She’ll never tell the tale, for it rings of a lie
Who would believe this throw away kid, with her runaway mind?
The proposed alibi–what would let it slide–no one will hear their cry
But one day, she will seek something lost there
Rather something stripped, gnawed, ripped
And stumble upon the pyre he built in and out of uniform at night

All of his prey will gather at the sight, of his trespass
Cool grass at their feet, they venture into the slash of wood, called by faith
 
The stardust of their innocence now a shower of gunpowder
As the fire seethes higher and louder, roaring into the silent terror we shared
Alone and weak, when no one cared
Rose orange crystal flames burn your self-granted absolution
No longer are we frozen in time, entombed in shame, without recourse
Now we fight, led by a woman warrior of The Force
Incinerated, your exit’s a heap of ash
 
Hunted by the ghosts of life’s past today
Because we never went away, nor did our memory, laden with agony and circumstance
Now’s our chance, to see this through, and shed the parasite you embedded in our head
Where will you hide?
But in the fabled sadism of your own mind
Six years was all you had before your dirty deeds began to stink
and you sauntered away scot-free
Perks of holding a seat in the Old Boy’s Club elite
Deaf to the wails that quaked from closed files, evidence unheeded, paths overgrown and unseen
Obsolete for over a quarter century
Until…Me
 
The hands swirl faster, and slower, on The Inside
Orange jumpsuit, a second skin to don each day
Gray food slopped on a plastic tray
Your bed a faded, thin cot
How’s it feel– child rapist cop?
In the dank, empty well where you thought you pitched us long ago
You’ll now waste away,
You’ve had your play
 
You said “I make people disappear”
But we’re still here
Some of us too late to deliberate for justice deserved
Muted by statutes of White Men in White Towers
Barely by the teeth of our limitation’s expiration
We have materialized, bold and bright, to disseminate your sin
Freed from the catacombs, parts untold, claim what your stole
“We’re gonna get the guy who did this to you”
Get him alright
Oh, he’s been got, child rapist cop