week 6 (# 3)Critical

Crime Scene

Freshly Slaughtered,

even the teeth are still warm.

Only busted bones left to identify the person

She sits in the Damp Sand

Her green tunic stretched and pulled

Left to rot under the cider sky.

Piece of evidence left in her hand.

A letter beginning with, Dear Professor Sedge.

Immediately we knew we had our guy.

But even if he was caught,

we would only receive a vague confession.

Giving off no leads, to trace us to him

So here is what I see

staring at her red wolf flesh

Cold, alone, streaked with Ice.

She will forever sing a song contained,

Of the day she was tied up by her lover.

The inspiration of this poem comes from Watching a CSI show! This professor kills one of his students and leaves her in a ditch. This episode was so good... so I kind of form a poem from the view point of the Detective....

And the lines are from the list we got last week.

Here are the lines I choose :

Here's what I see

Streaked with ice

the red wolf flesh

Dented bones

to identify a character

tie up my lover

Dear professor Sedge

even warm teeth

a green tunic

a cider sky

vaguely confessional