murder

[Benjamin]

The moon ravaged silhouettes

of cock-eyed chimneys and roofs

stretch up to an empty sky

They harbour shuttered chambers

where dark paranoia lurks

For trust belongs to distant day

and shadows rule ill-lit streets

 

A bin lid clatters-- caterwauls--

and silence bleeds for miles--

Bright light flicks from a lone port

to the wraith crouched opposite

who slowly turns and then smiles

like a mischievous child-- caught

with both hands in the sweet bowl

[dr_con]

Love the scene- Chilling and and clear and you did a great thing- Brought me -- there... Well, well done;-) DC&J

[David W. Parsley]

I'm with Doc: the piece brings the reader right to the scene of the crime. Chillingly evocative work, Benjamin.

 

- Dave