Short Forensics Poems

scary tv show
terrified by forensics
paralysed in place...

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all congressmen asked
the forensics team to view
their hard-drive data...

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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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horrible feelings
acts of violence
despicable ways
reigning criminals
spreading their terror

huge lack of trust
violations
family’s horror
makes great tv

forensics
murderers
detectives

police
station

crime...

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Six Words with Fulfilment

Am glad God made me, me.

Second Six,

Though I am a terrible singer.

Third Six:

Ra Fa So La Ti Do

Third six:

You Can also add another do

Forth Six

Have you ever heard of forensics?

Jmaes Theserious Hilerious Honr...

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Screaming til my face collapsed, broken arrow’s here called 
     Dear God she’s so beautiful, a cascading insouciance befalls 
             Forensics yeah they’ll differ, no doubt say, it was inhumane
     I don’t give a fig leaf, as the daisy cutter obliterates my pain


By 
David Kavanagh...

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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 of his end-of-life story....

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Detectives solving crimes
Flashing their badges
Canvassing neighborhoods
Questioning potential witnesses
Explaining the forensics

Showing us how to taint a crime scene
Explaining blood spatter patterns
I sit in my chair trying to outguess them
Feeling smug, proud of myself,
Professional Lazy-boy detective....

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In its’ drinking of the rain,
Pelted epidemically, absorbed
Of heaven’s thoughts and earthworm prayer;
The colours thaw in rivulets
On slate and brutish stone wash,
Sunk into a crab grass savoir faire.

In its’ sucking of the sun,
Copper hammer beaten, reflects
On somnolent years and rainbow gleams;
A child may brush the surface,
Deposit trace genetic evidence,
Forensics of some past and future dreams…...

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Maybe a serial killer, the crows cawed to each other.
This was agreed upon by the vole and the vole’s mother.
I think he’s just a great horned owl, a good guy, I said.
However, I did not know all the murderous books that he read.

He studied forensics, and he took apart his own pellets.
The books he read pushed diabolical ideas down in his gullets.
He was a cereal killer that simply could not stop.
He devoured all of our Rice Krispies – Snap, Crackle, Pop!...

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