A collection of poetry exploring the crimes committed by Jeffrey Dahmer and Carl Panzram.

Memoirs of a Maneater

I lust in vile indulgence
To merge their flesh with mine
To be at one with what I’ve claimed
And will keep for all time

Curious from the nascent years,
Inside I longed to see
Now inseparable, a sickness
Entwined neural plasticity

A solitary outcast
Dissecting to preserve
Morbid obsession growing
Still numb to the world

Intoxicated courage
To fuel my fearsome deeds
My pursuit of servility
Uncontainable heinous needs

Wrapped hands around their necks
In an undying clasp divine
Consuming to control
Souvenirs for playtime

Sedated mannequin sepulchre
An urge I cannot tame
So again one is committed,
To a chemical casket frame

I must retain their beauty
Childlike in charnel glee
Skeletal reminders
Of each in 213

My horrors divulged completely
Each grisly tale unfolds
A legacy of pure disgust
For this world to behold

The Nihilist

Twas a hundred or so years ago
When a fellow scorched the earth,
His heart was cold as granite
And violence was his mirth

A villain to rival legends
Envision if you can
A twisted, hulking figure
By the name of Carl Panzram

A vagabond, a wanderer
A frenzy ridden brute
Unyielding in his cruelty
And erudite to boot

Churches, children, lawmen
Sailors in watery tombs
Vagrants, cons and presidents
None spared his impending doom

Unrelenting, unforgiving
Where should I even start?
A transcontinental rampage
A grim global work of art

Bellicose, belligerent
Imposing just by sight
Reforming men and plotting
To show how might makes right

Larceny and arson sprees
His terror grew more vast
Robbery and sodomy
He always saved the best till last

A proud onslaught of atrocity,
The Devil’s flag unfurled,
This odyssey of obscenity
Sent him across the world

Each one he tossed overboard
With a bullet for their dispatch
Cast into awaiting jaws,
Would he ever meet his match?

Self loathing rivaled only
By the hatred in his veins
A misanthropic nature
Reflected his own disdain

But this beast, this unhinged animal,
In one man he did confide
To spread the word and story
Of rage personified

And so he craved his final day
To be freed of this world’s hurt
A day he was so dirty
But now shall forever, be just dirt