Lizzie Borden took an ax
Gave her mother forty wacks
When she saw what she had done
Gave her father forty-one
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It’s in the air
It’s in my dreams
It’s all that I am breathing
Gasping
Choking
Blood blood
Everywhere
Who is that screaming?
It’s in the air
It’s in my dreams
Deep animal guttural sounds
Jumping rope jumping rope
Off the tallest skyscraper
Into the air I breeze
It’s a bird
It’s a plane
It’s Lizzie Borden
Hurry kids inside inside
Don’t look in her evil eyes
I hear that every day as I cross the street
Onto my parent’s grave where I grieve
Who could have been so cruel?
Who could have been so obscene?
Blood blood everywhere
Why is this happening to me?
You can breeze through most of the day
Not anymore for me
I wish I was a bird in a tree
Chirping to my heart’s content
Now I am only hunted
The evil one
The spinster
She’s out of her mind
I went to school I am educated
I was the school marm
Harm my pupil I would never do
It’s a bird
It’s a plane
Where am I going?
Going to the capital
Going to the zoo
Going to the cuckoo’s house
Lizzie Borden took a rope
When she found she couldn’t cope
Everyone’s fears have come to rest
Lizzie Borden has flown west
Leticia Garcia Bradford
© July 2010
