Where To Hide The Body

I walk around here plainly
acting so innocent most of the time
Who would think of it
who could think of what I've done
when faced with this curious smile
when sated by this quiet voice and caring words
no hint, no trace is there
of my dark secret...
 
Down every street of every city
through every subway, every alley
always flashing through my mind is
where oh, where to hide the body? 
 
You see me waiting patiently
in the all-night diner with a paper
sipping slow on lukewarm coffee
casually scribbling down the odd line
and so polite then, to the waitress
'No I'm great with what I've got, thanks'
no single signal of the cogs that turn inside
as they click together and tighter wind
 
Down every lane of every town
on every beach, in every forest
always at the back of my mind is
where oh, where to hide the body? 
 
Beside every motorway's ink-black river of road
I'm staring six feet deep into a ditch I haven't dug
imagining a spade as it showers down the soil upon
and with each shovel of earth; the figure disappears
 
Every night the same scenes play
I wake up sweating
another body to dispose of
another corpse
unearthing themselves each night
another body I've got to bury again
 
In every rest in every bed
in every moment of every day
always polluting any chance of happiness
where oh, where to hide the body
of your sweet trust...
 
 
(Sept, 2008)

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