For those girls lost in a town ironically called Paradise

The Amish Girl

She lies on the bed,
bleeding, broken,
dimly wondering why God
picked her for judgment,
when it was only an
accident of proximity
to the home of a hidden
tortured soul, one whose rage
flew below our everyday radar
until, given permission by
some demon, he rampaged
across an idyllic Wyeth
landscape to avenge a
sin committed when she
lay in God’s arms

tonight she’ll lay there again…