Code 187

Code 187

A Poem by icelandicblue

Blood splatter like tear drops
fall against cracked plaster,
blue booties traipse through the carnage
and ask who would sculpt such a thing?

Eyes open in surprise, another 187 in progress
but the boys in blue are too late
to stop the slow freeze that comes
before the long eternal thaw.

Forensic love written in code,
a sociological excavation
into the mind of someone who has nothing
left to lose except his humanity.

© 2014 icelandicblue


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Wow... Very powerful writing in a short ammount of words. What is 187?

Posted 9 Years Ago


icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

It's the code police use for murder. Thanks so much nude writer.
The Nude Writer

9 Years Ago

Oh I see :) I learned something today
si est eye...humans are the innate flaw in humanity ...howdy Ms. Blue

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is stark, and real, like the code. Such a cold thing, to use a number for murder.

Posted 9 Years Ago


icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

I agree wholeheartedly. Everything is reduced to numbers it seems.
What a gruesome tragically true to life piece of writing.. it's harsh, it's dark, it's memorable and will be; Its shadow is going to sit on my heels and in my mind for the remainder of the day.

'.. are too late ~ to stop the slow freeze that comes ~ before the long eternal thaw..'

Life in this field is so terrible but, surely, somehow, can only make one want to live

A superb write.

Posted 9 Years Ago


icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

I appreciate your thoughtful review emmajoy. Thank you.
Very chilling. This almost sounds like it is being written by the victim, who isn't quite dead yet.
One reviewer stated this is packed with a great deal of emotion, but I'm not so sure. It sounds cold and emotionless, which in turn, stirs the reader into feeling emotion.
Whatever the case, it is a great piece of work.

Posted 9 Years Ago


icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your comment. Sometimes the starkness is enough to stir emotion. Again, I appr.. read more
oh ouch ouch and ouch. A veritable gunshot of a poem. Brutal, gritty and real. Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


icelandicblue

9 Years Ago

Film noir poetry perhaps? Thank you once again.
FAB piece. Strong and eerie piece at the thought of what of happened to cause such mayheim. It must be hard for forensics to see such horrific realities of it all.

Posted 9 Years Ago


this is enthralling and oh so deep. What a journey you took me on into the depths of the human mind, and maybe a bit of your seemingly brilliant mind

Posted 9 Years Ago


a dark exploration of horrific realities ... i love forensics and when the law wins (which is most of the time i think) .. the closing line reminds me that these "purps" may not have lost all redemptive qualities but are so close ... a very fearful thing to force God to turn His back as we fall forever .. i really applaud you taking this on .. my poetic impulses and thought have well worn paths .. you inspire me to take a look at something new and different for me .. thanks! :)
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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