The professor was found
staring wide eyed straight ahead
brow deeply furrowed,
his hand gripping a pen,
an unfinished sentence,
starburst ink blots,
a book open showing hieroglyphs.
Heavy drapes were drawn tight
deep scratchmarks on his face
a pair of spectacles torn away.
Outside the rain hammered insistently
like answers on the wind.
His servant had summoned the police
who didn't know quite what to make of it all.