tap tap tap tap tap
a woodpeckers insistence
morse code for birds
I cry for help in Morse Code
But you won’t see it unless you’re listening really hard.
And you won’t hear it unless you’re watching really hard.
You’ll see it when I suddenly stop smiling, or start talking in monosyllables.
You’ll see it when my voice becomes cool and emotionless, or when I’m gazing into space.
Or when I keep hugging you goodbye, and don’t let go, because I don’t want to be alone.
You’ll hear it when my hands start shaking, or my eye starts to twitch.
But if you really search my eyes— I’m really good at lies—but my eyes will tell you why.
You’ll hear it when I withdraw from human touch.
My cry is silent, but you’ll hear it if you’re watching close enough.
The hour is early. The night is cold. The flashlights flicker.
The tone; cold broken clarity with owl call.
Darkness is so much more than night.
Where evil roams, t'was here this night!
Listening to the rain, watching the water glisten and roll over the cars body parts.
Waiting for the man to let the body pass.
A stretcher is waiting, a body bag!
Notebook contains initial facts in a pocket on me with a cold hand.
Sometimes I wonder if I really care!
I get to know them after seeing their dead stare!
I have to dig in places much more worse than mud.
I go to places where few would go.
In all the madness I need to know.
I promise to them that I'll do all that I can.
Each case weighs heavy on this mortal man.
I look back on my life. I have no kids, I have no wife!
Killers and rapists, thieves and villains.
I hunt, I forage, I seek, I find.
My childhood detective hero made me my mind.
I sometimes ask him what he thinks.
I hear his voice say this to me of all things:
ENDEAVOUR.
i send a message
in a dark passage
repetition pulse
genetic impulse
you do repeat back
via a small crack
repetitive tone
you begin to moan
all things stop and start
skin not far apart
a very hard code
release a soft load
our messages sent
intimate time spent