Outline in chalk,
senescence overtaken;
white noise,
shallow breath.
Probing eyes peer
into the blood curdling scene.
Peaceful;
sacrosanct you.
Mimicking rest,
static eyes open and late.
Annulled;
forever gone.
Body bag set,
residue hidden within.
Tonight
you wont go cold;
but you’ll probably
go unsolved.
First published in the Mudhutter Football Express Issue 22, March 2009
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