FOR A MURDERED WOMAN

You had nothing to give 

but your skin

and your touch

and your love

and so the men who came to you 

they must have come to you

for your skin

and your touch

and your love

and they came 

and they came 

and they came

and you gave 

and you gave 

and you gave

and they took 

and they took

and they took

and then they left 

and they left

and they left

one after another

until this last bad bastard stuck

this slicer

this scalper

this seven-bladed murderer

who numbed your skin 

and froze your touch

took love away from you 

and you away from love

and left the rest you loved

and who loved you 

with nothing

nothing

but a fading echo

of your love.