Comical, lively
some characteristics of you
the flow of your words, no matter the tone
simply pressed upon my heart
Strong, deceiving
characteristics of the killer
you fell, and fell hard
in your own private haze
years have gone by now
your name not lost
while others live in your gay memories
I question, in the least joyful of ways
What of your family?
your three sons, their kin
your sister, the last of imediation
did you not care?
or was there a secret that no one knew.........
what did you think
in your final moments of life?
Or even so, could you think?
no more than three, no more than one
was that of remembrance?
No, as the killer ran down
your throat, you thought nothing
you thought nothing but feeling,
the selfish feeling of the killer which became
a characteristic of you....