Funeral - The Buttress

Funeral

The Buttress

This tale of infanticide was inspired by Andrea Yates, who killed her babies to

send them to heaven.

I didn’t mean to, but the evil thing grew

Until a tree bloomed and it bore fruit

(THE BABIES ARE IN THE BATHWATER)

They had a bad father, and now I’ve made for him a memory

Remember me?

the one that bore your seed?

Well now they sleep

I lined 'em up one by one, daughter and son from old to young

Joshua, Noah, Matthew, and even Abby, only one

Crying, I baptized them

«I'm sorry my child, close your eyes for a while, Mommy loves you, goodbye»

They were the sweetest, remember how they needed us?

Like Jesus

Pleading, crying «Mommy, breastfeed us»

I’m sorry my angels, but the world is not a safe place for babies

They won’t blame me, my whole life’s been wasted

The crime was committed against me first when I gave birth

I’m not a nurturer, so I sent them innocent back to the earth

Now I’m standing here reminiscing, sharpening these knives in the kitchen

I think he’ll be coming home soon, I wonder if he’ll miss them

You weren’t aware of the female hysteria?

It’s scarier than miscarriages and the plans you weren’t aware of

In prenatal, premeditated hate I lied in wait

And now with my fatal rage this genealogy’s been erased

An empty cradle remains —

They’ll say I was a monster

Heartless for committing the darkest arts of the postpartum

The Mother Modern Worldly Cast to Hell

But what will become of the children?

Well I guess only time will tell