The Dead Body
The suspect was surprisingly alert
knowing that no witness can confirm –
Culpability was written on her face
with her trembling hands she can’t think –
the sudden good-bye she had to say
desperation was eating her alive once again.
On a breezy afternoon
in the middle of the scene she took –
the evidence that nobody knows
the evidence that took his tormented soul.
The suspect was observing uneasily,
but no tears were falling from her face -
answering each question: had she heard anything?
Dusting the place from top to button
the police might uncover –
the fingerprints that can be forgotten.
Her heart was beating fast as she speaks,
her knees were shaking, she can’t breathe –
a little while longer she’ll be in her destination,
but the police had a gut feeling
they took her down to the station.
Copyright@2005 Michelle Carreiro
Enviado por Michelle Carreiro em 03/10/2005
Reeditado em 02/11/2005
Código do texto: T56271