Tuesday, April 17, 2018

murder


a found poem




my god she said
in a quivering voice

he’s dead

murdered
as you can see

who -
who could have done it?

i’ve no idea,
i just got here

the window was open
and i just walked in

he was lying there

we have to call
the police

but first
i have an announcement to make


helen and i
are engaged

oh peter
that’s wonderful

what a shame
this had to happen just now

look here
maurice drawled

why call the damned police
at all?

why not sort it
out ourselves

the police are only
our servants

after all
yes yes


helen and peter
cried eagerly

there is plenty of room
in the garden

to bury him
whoever he may be

and that was how
it all began



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