Best Forensics Poems

scraping by
picking my youth
out from under my nails

the trace remains
of an assailant or two

   on the page

make sense of symmetry 
when arranged 
  
    just so





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Forensic science fascinates me
in a curiously, unnatural way.
I cannot get enough of it.
The blood droplets, the hair follicle,
the fingernail that proved someone was
where they were not supposed to be.

Sometimes wondering why this has such an
all encompassing overwhelming hold
on me, I think it is the brilliance...

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When they disinterred his corpus
they kicked up quite a sizeable  rumpus.
for they found no slight trace of toxin
in what remained of Rasputin.
His end must have been gory,
but this news from the grave makes me sad
not so much on account of the madman
as the disproof...

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