BTK Letter Contains Poem: Denny the Dog Catcher and the Poems of Gloom...
Published May 05, 2005
A poem from Dennis Rader, the former Park City, Kansas compliance officer now accused of being the BTK Strangler [Google search], has been posted at the website of Wichita TV station KAKE.
During his reign of terror over that city beginning in 1974, BTK was noted for the poems he sent to the press along with his taunting letters. One of the most famous was sent to a potential victim, Anna Williams. BTK entered her house one night in April of 1979, but fortunately for Williams, she never came home.
Weeks later, Williams received a package from the killer, and one of the items enclosed was the following poem — I have kept in the errors:
Oh, Anna Why Didn't You AppearT' was perfect plan of deviant pleasure so bold on that Spring nite
My inner felling hot with propension of the new awakening seasonWarn, wet with inner fear and rapture, my pleasure of entanglement, like new vines at night
Oh, Anna, Why Didn't You Appear
Drop of fear fresh Spring rain would roll down from your nakedness to scent to lofty fever that burns within,
In that small world of longing, fear, rapture, and desparation,the game we play, fall on devil ears
Fantasy spring forth, mounts, to storm fury, then winter clam at the end.Oh, Anna Why Didn't You Appear
.Alone, now in another time span I lay with sweet enrapture garments across most private thought
Bed of Spring moist grass, clean before the sun, enslaved with control, warm wind scenting the air, sun light sparkle tears in eyes so deep and clear.
Alone again I trod in pass memory of mirrors, and ponder why for number eight was not.Oh, Anna Why Didn't You Appear
Fortunately the serial killer didn't quit his day job, or come back for Williams.
Now the man whose arrest prompted Wichita's Chief of Police to say "BTK is arrested..." has issued another priceless literary treasure.
Here's what KAKE says about the new poem's provenance:
We have no way of knowing for sure if the letter is from Rader, but there are definite signs it appears to be from him. The signature on the letter is nearly identical to that on Rader's financial affidavit and many of his handwriting quirks, such as the y's and g's, are the same.Also the letter is dated in the same way as other known letters from Rader. One of the poems bears Rader's signature, the other is simply signed "The Suspect."
The poem in question is titled "Black Friday" — Rader was arrested on Friday, February 25 — and it is hard to not read it like a veiled confession:
Just a quick glance and I knew all was lost.
I saw in real life...now a on going mind view, the black and white, were now my new boss.
I saw my life as I know quickly fade away.
I saw my love ones, in mind and thoughts that I would never be able to touch, hold, communicate closely with and kiss with care will now be at bay.
I saw the Black Side of me, was now caught and others would not suffer from my lots,
But then it dawn on me, it was not as I thought.
Yes the other in me will cause no suffering.
The living remained, the Mother, Brother, Sisters, Children, Close Friends and wife will suffer.
Ands the real me of blood, flesh and mind will suffer.
- BTK Letter Contains Poem: Denny the Dog Catcher and the Poems of Gloom...
- Published: May 05, 2005
- Type: Opinion
- Section: Culture
- Filed Under: Politics: Law and Rights
- Writer: Steve Huff
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I posted this parody of Denny's poetry at catchbtk.com, musing about the joys of prison for the accused serial killer:
Oh to sleep in my bunk,
- to hear the words "fishy-fish"
- to befriend inmates who like to "swish"
- to have my cellmate admire "junk in my trunk"
- to sleep with my back against the wall
Oh for two of us this bunk is just way too small.
I have a funny poem for you. it goes like this My name is Dennis Rader no Im not dark vader I know my teeth look like an alligator Maybe Ill give you a citation for your grass or the poop on your dogs ass Now I have no one to harass.
HAH!!!
Wichita is a little more relaxed place to live now, ain't it?







If I was Anna Williams, I would have moved my ass to another state after receiving that little bit of mail...