CLXXV
She recalled them all
one by one,
In that dull room
and on that chair.
Recalled
when the asking began,
Of that
profound moment affair.
CLXXVI
And one by one
young people came,
One by one
they tried all their best.
To run away
from that one blame,
To hide
what they need to confess.
CLXXVII
This room had known
too many tales.
This room
observed takes and denies.
This room felt
all courage and quails.
This room heard less truth
and more lies.
CLXXVIII
The Paragon
started walking,
To the one window
on the wall,
And saw
dear old Mary smiling,
For the sweet revenge
of her fall.
CLXXIX
PARAGON:
"I've said before
this valve is fine."
All seems
a winning position,
Buried
that tragedy past nine,
And away she walked
to move on.
CLXXX
Four gray walls,
one room and one door,
With one reflection
that deceives.
Where for you
to witness furor,
When truth and lies
heats up and heaves.
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?
