There was nobody else here
the body said
without leaving any clues
like a detective novel would.

There was no cold murder
with the thrust of
a steel knife
and no silent voilence
that stung in the night.

This body lay there un-found
with a zen like silence
for long than it could remember
staring at the moon-light
the sun-light
and then the moon-light again
for four days.

There was nothing horrific
and no dreadful smell sneaking up
up past the walls
before then carrying
onto the stairs.

The body's rotting skin
was the colour of snow
and the whisper in the trees
laughed with the malice
off a dis-honest eye-witness
when it was finally found.

The body's rotting skin
was the colour of snow
as it shined through
the grey blanket
as the body was lifted
into the back of the van.

There was nobody else here
the body said
without showing any clues
like a detective novel would.

But nobody listened
and carried on wrestling
their demons in shadows
with Angels.

(This piece was performed here with wordmusic - )