Let us take a journey
Fashioned out of need.
The child in me asking,
(As it did years ago)
Where do the geese go?
What do they know
I don’t?

Down to the water,
Heart like a quaking bird,
I search for that place where
I buried the bundle I carried.
Afraid it will be unearthed.

Why was her tongue so sharp?
Why was she always angry?
She saw the hammer I had
I said to her, Barbara be quiet!
I wanted her out of my life.
So I took the hammer
And crowned her.
I hit her again and again.
Blood poured out of her head.

That woman was always complaining.
She wanted what I couldn’t give.
When she smelled any weakness or blood,
The scent of the victim aroused her.
Brought to the verge of frenzy,
She’d let a terrible rage overcome her.

Let no man judge, who hasn’t endured
Years of abuse from an overly critical
Wife.

Let us fashion a journey,
Made by one for two,
On a night of wondrous rain spattering
The ground like a fugue, as I carry her
Into the forest to hide her
Where I pray none will think to look.

But the place was a friggin bog!
How could I know it didn’t want her?
People are suspicious, they whisper.
Each night and every morning,
I ask the question to myself,
Where are the police going,
What do they know I don’t.

I walk the path to the Arago Lighthouse,
Making sure I’m not seen. A special place
I stop before passing, tamping the wet clay down.
I bow my head as I whisper a prayer
For my Barbara, ( I know in my heart)
Wherever she’s at, she’s mad as hell!
Still complaining, resentful at being
Buried alive is Barbara.