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....