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.
© Diane Stevenson Schmolka .
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