Kathryn Bigelow the Torture Queen

she walks in haughty black as night
and all that’s worst of dark and bright
hide in her aspect and her eyes:
thus blinded to that tender light
which she to gaudy day thrives.

dares she her karma to behold
of torture and of torture’s roll
to sanction is to be party to
the piper is piping
oh fool, oh fool of gold & gory