Another day on the job
At the end of the path, a broken door
smashed shards of glass lay on the floor
Cross the threshold, enter in
another crime scene, let’s begin
Walk the hall, climb the stairs
the crime unfolds, hold back the tears
‘Must’ needs dispassion to fully comprehend
precisely what transpired, at last days end?
For at the setting of the sun
what exactly here was done?
Thrown discarded on the floor by the bed
a blood-stained nightdress torn and red
What the eiderdown shrouded, beggers belief.
The depths evil can sink when it is unleashed.
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