Two weeks before the killing
She had that feeling
Truth could not be swayed
By this tourist’s agenda
She knows no baptism
That is a word of foreign origin
A horrendor ordeal
Good report for the press
While for my interests it strikes an appeal
Appetite for a thought’
The voice news paper states
“Identify the alleged assailant”
While the Eco has put an identity parade
Grieving the death of a new bride
Hijacked by the city lights
They were last seen..
The middle star bar..
From afar
Dressed to kill
Red shot skirt
Marching sharp heel boots
She got the last kiss from a bottle of savanna
She had been engaged for a while now
Suddenly there is Silence………………!!!!!!!
Have they found the assailant”?
Nobmath@ DYSIS inc 2012
I blame Australia for bagging you.
What is bigger than friends, tell me,
A continent; a beach house flat –
Room enough for a pony?
Even the beautiful pond house
Couldn’t keep you.
Although big enough to carry off
A leaving, a parting gift –
Parted us like oceans;
Crushed infinite embraces.
How absurd then, growing up beside you,
Our arms ache for holding too long.
A simple slip off the back of your shoulders,
We fall to ruins.
And kingdoms collapse in the last look,
The sight of you in the rear view mirror
Fills up with shops closing down;
Dead cities creep in.
Dithering down the A road, coughing
Our way back to Millard,
We knew we would see you again,
But not to recognize this time.
Better to keep the last thirty odd years
Locked up in some identity parade;
The three of us, standing there;
Knowing you had got away with murder.
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