An eerie sound of silence
Came over the sky
Standing just inside the door
Not knowing what I’d find
A couple lying out of bed
On top of bed-sheets, I was told
Strangers that had left a thread
Betwixt – between the fold
Was this my lot, was this my place
Nothing natural ‘bout this race
Afraid of conflict (seen on my face)
Was this where I should be?
Uncertain what I could detect
Mirrored scene it would reflect
Unbeknownst, portray, suspect
Suddenly, no clearer
Like a possum, on the road
No-one cared they’d met their own
Didn’t matter they were shown
Lady – naked, bare
From lovers’ tryst to homicide
Evidentiary preparation
From grist in mill, silent, still
Suppository objurgation
Ask not what others deem be fair
Evidence be gained, facts not spared
Lovers lives, they be repaired
Silence heard them cry
Be the one to distort
Be the quiet, nee, the silent, sort
Prey, don’t deem to report
What’s been lost by me
Lovers lay there, naked still
Homocide, self-harm (we never will)
Others yet to have their fill
For what’s been lost at sea.
sensualism 