Murder In the Tunnel
She walks ruggedly
in an abandoned long tunnel;
Her feet ~ as heavy as the stale steel rails
almost buried in forgotten soil;
Her hands as cold as tombstone's plate
as she grips her pen
and begins to write the obscure murder
of the man in blue suit~
and the deaths of twelve passengers
still unsolved...
She was here some decades ago~
aboard in an old steam train
The memory of that macabre ride
haunted her for thousand days and nights.
She writes in scarlet ink
on a bloodstained scroll
that says like this,
" To all the victims who died here,
I lay my hands before this forgotten tunnel;
and the woeful wall as my witness~
I never thought too much love would kill.
I killed my beloved man in blue suit,
the driver of that tortuous train journey...
Yes I killed him to save the three million people
dwelling on the final station;
Using the twelve infected people,
He was sent to spread that virus
that would change the world.
I didn't understand till now~
Yes, I killed him with a knife
and unlocked that explosive weapon
before it reached its final destination.
But I was spared~
not the twelve people;
Now, to the authority I shall submit myself.
So help me God."
02.01.2021
For a Murder in the tunnel poetry contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Newmann
(unable to submit for the contest)
Copyright ©
JC Brul | Year Posted 2021
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