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Small Crimes Return


VI.

Furry feet darting fast
I made a grab
missed

it disappeared
down the drain hole

my sense of loss was overwhelming
how was I to know

it was trained like all the rest
to cheat and steal


VII.

Clarissa the Worlds Strongest Woman
a headliner of Putnam's Incredible Circus
had no vices

when they found her in the center ring
no one knew what happened

she had lifted elephants
one handed in her prime

police prowled the tents for days
the Commissioner lost his job

the Mayor saw his re-election possibilities
shot out of a canon

the country wore black for weeks
Christ wept on the cross at Sacred Heart

she was buried in the Great Dismal Swamp
at her request

the case was never solved
but I have it on good authority
foul play was not involved


VIII.

Fingers long as garden rakes
clouds fat with rain
a gloom descends

rustlings in the underclothes
shadows move along the walls

the thief, (if thief is apt)
steals the precious thing she's hidden


Sheriff Jones shakes his head
passes the buck
the Agency won't touch it

too personal they say
perhaps a priest can help

priest, my ass
this violation is best resolved

by choir boys and vestal virgins

there, there little baby
don't you cry

daddy's gonna sing you a llulaby


IX.

I can hear them in the garden
whispering

I've asked my mother to listen
but she's always busy

even though they don't talk back
they tell me things about my family

last night the moon was full
and I slipped out

it was freezing cold
snow was on the ground

I went where I'd always thought
they'd be

all I could see was soft, deep shadow
and the many tracks, like petroglyphs

they'd left behind.


X.

The galley slaves are restive
rats devour the weevils by the drove

whips pop like champagne corks
an officer's found dead

trussed bloody in his hammock
extremeties crudely shaved


no one knows (they say)
what happened but

who can believe this sorry lot
chained refuse from old world ports

crazy with hunger and dread
no weevils to be had

 

 

 

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  • NurseChilly gold member
    June 7, 2008
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    seems a bit dislocated this time?? not sure on this one luv, although i love your words and the verbiage in this is superb, i felt it didn't really rock my boat as some of your others have of late??

    sorry hun....

    still good words though

    Gilly.x


  • Amera gold member
    June 7, 2008

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    This poem is pure brilliance! It held me captive from start to finish. With each segment you trapped me and I wanted more then you changed direction. Beautifully composed!

    Love,
    Amera♥