A pile of dirt

to hide the bones

or in dark streams:

weight with stones

 

The clothes are easy

burn them up

poison washed

from plate and cup

 

Tell callers that

they ne’er arrived

they’ll never spot

the lie contrived

 

policemen come

with tired query

with no hints or clues

and not one theory

 

Though one detective

stays and grates

he will soon meet

a similar fate

 

For I’ve fine-tuned

this skill to kill

if I don’t do it

Someone will