Sculptured Mock-Up

during an afternoon studying cold cases your  pale blue-green face emerges a skull barely fleshed as if it  over-wintered in a canal ditch

many years ago I almost had enough of your deceptions, aliases, petty thefts but no sufficient evidence for an indictment

now, in my mind's laboratory I can feel the plaster-laden scalpel building up your  hard cheek muscles developed from clenched jaws huge  teeth forming your  perpetual sneers your eyes glinting like smokies in March sunlight while you stalk pubescent boys roll tired drunks and con  exhausted single mothers

your sheet glares in my face chisels ice-cold facts into me fear of no guarantee you'd be jailed until you had no juice left I could not  accept the possible  loss those you harmed might  have had their day with you -their dog who scarred them for an hour

only a lifetime will pay.