A Perfect Murder Scene




"A Perfect Murder Scene"

underneath the gun metal clouds 
two bodies imprinted 
splayed bookmarked at the waterline

uncannily close
distance would never separate that twin set
the ocean of tears washing over them lachrymose

the day was extraordinarily ordinary
yet the unanticipated came rushing in surprising
two lives captured, seemingly drowned

carried away on the rip, ripped apart, far from shore
thrown for the risk of running 
away from it all 

eventually like double dice
the Ocean like a roiling bitter life 
spits them both back out, not wanting them, 

they are the gamble

rolled back in on the wake, washed clean
like a scene wound backwards
scratched and mottled, 8mm frame

slow motion the prostrate dead they rise like ghosts
wound up, holding hands walking backwards
up the sand dunes 

not a care in the world 
the guns in the clouds all gone
the sun now shining 

reversing down the path, hand in hand,
an old movie to who knows where 
smiles wide and laughing, hand in hand

the woman and child

out of frame, in the margin unseen,
the murderer plays his shot
all over again, he loves his bad dream



Candide Diderot. ‘24 



“Because it was regular film, it was Light sensitive. You had to be very careful when loading and unloading the cartridge.”







scene.
seen.

abusedarkmusefree verse

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