CLXXXI
One step,
she moved one square forward.
It is time to glue
that lost fleck.
Now that
the whole story's altered,
The Paragon's set
for a check.
CLXXXII
And that one step
reached the apron,
In complete silence
was the crowd.
For there stood
the one Paragon,
Who will make
dear old Mary proud.
CLXXXIII
And one by one
young people came,
Behind her
and on that same stage,
Each
has an excuse to exclaim.
And only Mary
felt assuaged.
CLXXXIV
And there came
the full-blown blackout,
For the breakaway
scenery.
Everyone
was in high doubt,
What is this
grasp of bravery?
CLXXXV
Spotlight steady
at the set piece.
On the fourth wall,
all kept their eyes.
The suspense
started to increase,
As old Mary came
by surprise.
CLXXXVI
And the baby spot
was no more.
Time to face
the accountable.
It is then now
to strike the floor.
And revolve
the whole turntable.
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?
