poem
Volume 35, Number 2

Human Sacrifice

Poor Melania. No one wants to tell it,
but we all know what the pre-nup says:

She must fall on her back whenever
Old Fatty demands it. Were you aware

of what you were getting into, Melania?
Some gold is sunk too deep in sewers

to be worth digging up. True, for a while
he seemed handsome, but the lies, thievery,

sedition, narcissistic rage, the hate
turned him into the wart-covered right hand

of Mephistopheles. You are corrupted
by his touch, Melania—or were you already so?

At midnight, the festering swamp monster
is coming to your bedroom for relief.


—Caleb Perry Murdock