The Manson girls.(Poem)

 
THE MANSON GIRLS 
 
   No one thought about the girls for years. 
   And then one evening, decades later, 
   Barbara Walters brought them to our living rooms. 
   She seemed to say, Look! They are not so 
   different. Not, she meant, from our children, 
   but from us. Middle-aged women, they'd grown gray 
   in prison, while we were in law school or else 
   buying houses. The one we never saw is the one 
 
   who found Jesus, who most loved killing: 
   Stabbing a body is like stabbing air. She was 
   the pretty one, Susan Atkins, the one they called 
   Sadie. She told her first cellmate: You have to have 
   a great love for people, to kill them like that. 
   Her parents were the only parents who refused 
   to attend the trial. The others thought the jury 
   would find themselves in …