CLXIII
TRAVIS:
"I'm sitting down
this very chair,
Call me false hope
and a liar,
Hit me with such word
as unfair,
But 'twas all
old Mary's desire."
CLXIV
PARAGON:
"For you took
advantage of her,
At the moment
of her weakest.
Did that make
your memory blur?
Hitting
at the very closest?"
CLXV
TRAVIS:
"You should know the truth,
all of it
Neither it was
and wasn't me.
Your last puzzle
will never fit.
For it was all
dear old Mary."
CLXVI
PARAGON:
"How dare you
say such a blame.
Was that
command of your capo?
Letting her trust you
was all lame,
Tricked dear old Mary
didn't you?"
CLXVII
Quietness filled
the space again.
The Paragon
still bravely stood.
And Travis
refused to complain.
So then
does this silence sound good?
CLXVIII
TRAVIS:
He moved the chair,
and stand he did,
Indicating
a farewell flee.
To her eyes
he showed to concede.
Then spoke his last words,
"Forgive me."
YOU ARE READING
The Curtain Call on The Murder of Mary
PoetryWhen one young woman heartlessly drops, who else could assemble together the shattered pieces to unriddle the story of her demise?
