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*NOTE: Jack and I wonder how many of you have heard of the Zona Shue case –
an American murder victim who had revenge in Virginia in the late 1800s.
Zona was killed by her husband, Edward Shue, who then took elaborate steps to
cover his crime. In an attempt to disguise Zona’s broken neck, Edward dressed her
corpse in a scarf and high necked dress, stuffed her coffin with pillows (to support
her vertebrae) and refused to allow even the doctor near the body.
However, Zona appeared to her mother and revealed the truth. Following
exhumation and an autopsy, Edward was found guilty of murder. It was the only
case in American history where information provided by a ghostly apparition was
admitted as evidence for consideration by jurors.
Jack and I are co-sponsoring a contest on ghost poems. Our co-write "A Ghost's
Testimony" below will give you an idea what we're seeking in entries.
"A Ghost's Testimony"
"She must have fallen down the stairs:
A tragic accident," he said.
"I've washed her body, laid her out -
Oh, Doctor Knapp, my Zona's dead!"
"No accident! Shue broke my neck.
Mother, please hear my ghostly plea.
Take him to court and make him pay;
It's murder in the first degree."
“I’ve dressed her in her high necked frock…
Thought pillows by her neck looked fine…
She’d want to wear this scarf,” he wept.
“But no one touch the corpse - she’s mine!”
"Thanks, Mom, for bringing this to court.
The autopsy was not done right!
With malice Shue cut my life short.
Exhume my body; shed some light."
“Her mother wants to see me hang,
But she can’t prove my guilt,” he fumed.
“She claims the body sheet turned red,
And wants to have my wife exhumed.”
"The judge disagreed and allowed
My spirit world testimony.
Shue, my killer, was not so proud;
A death in jail for this phony!"
At one time, two thrusting nations were at peace,
they gave it all they had, in one release.
The bond between the two powers was great,
but around the corner, turbulence did await.
All their acts of kindness and helpful thoughts,
turned to nothing, but the firing of shots.
Life is what one side argued for,
the other didn't care anymore.
As the intense battle grew at night,
it was the unheard side, that couldn't fight.
The faceless soldier got into the plane,
and was looked at with disdain.
The pilot says, don't worry up here I'm a king.
You have nothing to worry about inside my wings.
I am all alone up here in this little glass bubble.
How did I get myself into this much trouble?
In this small glass area, I grasped my gun,
as a mother would do, with her son.
I stuck my head out, for a gasp of air,
I wish a voice would shout, this isn't fair.
In my cramped area, I dreamt of life,
but my nightmare ended with a knife.
After the battle, the plane returned to base,
now with a pale look on her face.
As the cleaning crew looked inside,
they thought, that must have been a terrible ride.
With a hose, they cleaned me out of the hole,
my mother nation, forfeited my soul.
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