CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS
Exquisite corpse,
Collaged letters, hardened chef clenching a heart,
Polar bear, dart to the neck, a pretty watch.
Mein Kampf, the face of Hitler, a businessman
Smoking banknote cigarettes while the tape cuts off the files
And a woman's waist meets a fighting machine,
Shot at; bog bodies form sandbags.
Nothing is free. World of the Wars.
Racing hounds with drums strapped to their heads
Beside a scruffy, ink-line clown, sided by newspapers,
Facts and lies. A scenic landscape, tower blocks,
Sweeping steps, balcony nostrils,
Eyeless, searchlight-armed, glassy-walled building.
In an alleyway, a man lets his dear wife
Lean backwards while he gently eases a blade
Through the roof of her mouth.
See, this is why no one knows whether you want to be a forensic scientist or a poet ;)
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