The body

Another lost souls, we hear on the news.

the body-

It lies there like a stain in the grass,

there's a faint smell in the air of the rotting past,

calling for questions it seems "cast in murder".

But long forgotten, long like the grass that keeps its secrets-

without a hint, but regret-

the body it lies there for the world to forget.

 

Like a sculpture of stone- rigid angles of bone-

Twist and curve its own sorry story alone.

Away with colour drained, this void of life wants to blame-

In its wounds lost- but in its wounds present, and scares found,

cluse to its reason bound to its past.

 

Stretched and tort, skin grey and dry-

Pulled neatly across her naked thigh-

An open view, this woman it seems was violated-

black and blue, beaten back and through-

a struggle her throat cut to.

 

Guilty, a knife offers its view-

bloody finger prints smile another clue!

 

(the police report to day have found the body of a young woman and have made a statment,

stating that fingerprints found on a knife neare by should lead them to the killer)

 

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

I was thinking, to make this very interesting, maybe you could have a relative in the ending that is trying to identify the victim? Just a thought. I liked the poem though.

[nothing grinner]

more of a comment. i haves struggled with how to end this poem for ages! i like the idea of a news reporter at the end but im not shore if i explored this well enough.
i am proud of this in parts, the description and subject matter.