Ed Gein's Mind
by Michael Doyle

This time of year, with all of its chills
Has taught us, along with all the thrills
That the worst monster is the human one.
Among the animals, we are who kill for fun.

Post-World War II saw a rising tide of deviance.
One in which serial killing grew in prevalence.
Some want answers to be made with excessive haste.
Serial killing is blamed on wanton industrial waste.

Running straight at what passes for a crazy wall,
Violence begets violence, our narrative recalls.
The confluence of brokenness since we saw Eden fall,
There is still so much unknown in the horror of it all.

This American Murderland is an environmental catastrophe.
But there really isn't all that much remaining mystery.
Meta-analysis finds among the killers a common thread.
Impulse and aggression increased and were caused by lead.

Pins pushed into patterns obsessively lead to lunacy.
The truth becomes a conspiracy of meaning to you and me.
Smelter smoke lingers until it enters the bloodstream.
From there, it poisons the fetus of motherhood's dreams.

Running straight at what passes for a crazy wall,
Violence begets violence, our narrative recalls.
The confluence of brokenness since we saw Eden fall,
There is still so much unknown in the horror of it all.

American society stands above in its haughty evaluation.
Hate, greed, and indifference each know their devastation.
The forces loosened in the name of simple corporate greed
Did not know the price that would be paid for their seed.

The unspoken anguish screams out its need for declarative
Uncertain as we are in the search for a meaningful narrative.
Scratching at answers that reek of open wound correlation,
We wonder at just what all of this means for a weary nation.

Running straight at what passes for a crazy wall,
Violence begets violence, our narrative recalls.
The confluence of brokenness since we saw Eden fall,
There is still so much unknown in the horror of it all

(c) October 11, 2025   Michael Doyle
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