- death is still a mystery and hers was no less.
- the chalk outline made it look like murder,
- like she had been discarded,
- thrown from a high place,
- sprawled like a letter on a landscape,
- limp as a rag doll with a proverbial missing shoe,
- fingers pointing nowhere.
- the only clue, as mysterious as her body,
- were remnants of the moon under her fingernails.
- her true identity is kept secret
- pending notification of her next-of-kin,
- a niece somewhere, perhaps, who could tell us what her life meant
- and why this happened
- to her-of-all-people.
- had she meant to harm someone?
- until we know more we’re uncertain.
- until we know more
- death is our only suspect.
- facts tell us little.
- she was a poet.
- she had a body of work.
- she was going somewhere.
- and on the night in question there was a full moon.