VII
The sirens wailed
along the way,
But sadly,
she no longer breathes.
And the girl still lay
where she laid,
As the horror
marked the white streets.
VIII
Help arrived
to try to save her.
One reached for her pulse
as he knelt.
But her heart
they couldn't bestir,
As he shook his head
right to left.
IX
To help the victim
from disgrace,
And release her
from all her thorns,
The event
was passed to a case,
To the people
in uniforms.
X
All looking smart
with their badges,
And numbers
they laid on the ground.
They came and took
snaps and flashes,
Hoping the killer
would be found.
XI
Now the question is,
"Who is she?"
Does anyone know
this girl's name?
So to start
the murder medley,
Who's the first
on the list to blame?
XII
"She doesn't speak
to anyone!
I know,
but I've known her barely."
Out of nowhere,
spoke a young man,
"Oh such fate,
oh dear old Mary."
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?
