The Dead Man
It was Friday at the train station,
waiting to go home.
Stood there with hundreds of others,
I certainly wasn't alone.
Suddenly, I heard a yell,
I couldn't tell what it was about,
It was loud amongst the crowd,
a disturbing kind of shout.
As I got nearer things became clearer,
I could see more and more.
A man running away
and a body on the floor.
As I reached the scene
all that had been
became fuzzy in my head,
as I looked down at the ground,
I realised he was dead.
From the dead mans pocket,
a wad of cash poked out.
It seemed to me, that this must be,
what it was all about.
Then, that's when I saw
What I hadn't before...
So obvious on the ground ..
A kitchen knife, covered in blood.
The murderers weapon was found.
The police turned up with an ambulance too,
A policeman led me away
and said it was a man they knew.
They said he was a dealer
meeting buyers to do a deal
but the buyers had no intention of paying,
they were there to steal.
The policeman then thanked me
and said that I could go...
Will they ever catch the killer?
I doubt I'll ever know!
Copyright © Jenny brewer | Year Posted 2020
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