Decay!

There was that distinct smell of flesh decay

as the senior detective entered

the large and disused shipping warehouse

a small digger was excavating

a large deep hole in a nearby corner laid

three bodies were displayed!

 

When he started it was pick axes and shovels

the rookies did the digging

still it was progress no backache or blisters

the team had already arrived

he watched as another corpse was placed

noticing there was no face!

 

It seems as well none had any hands or feet

the odd aspect of the case

they had the killer to them had confessed

paid to dispose of evidence

his task to leave no means of recognition

or he would be in their position!

 

But he had come to them highly stressed

petrified and eager to talk

what he told them next sounded  insane

blurting out they were here

those he murdered he could see each one

his life he knew was done!

 

He had heard many confessions and stories

could distinguish the crazies

but this guy was plain scared out of his mind

said they were surrounding him

had to get them to be buried on holy ground

nobody else heard any sound!

 

Shaking and sweating gave them thirty names

it did get cold as we talk

put it down to my over worked imagination

but he was a spooky guy

the longer being with him I felt the presence

my misgivings rose to intense!

 

Suddenly it became silent he took a breath

his eyes bulged he turned blue

it was though something was strangling him

yet nothing was there to do it

in the two way glass sure he saw a reflection

there was a psychic connection!

 

It took a five minutes to absorb the bizarre scene

that is how he ended in this dump

finding every noise made him flinch wondering

if there were ghosts watching

surely not but the families could now get closure

it was hard keeping his composure!

 

Maybe this ageing detective was not a sceptic after all

had to get away from the decay to make a call!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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