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May 02, 2005
The Killer
a black pool gathers
under the cloak of midnight
slowly sifts through cracks
in the hardwood floor
the mallet drops
from his left hand
and lies silently
with the dust
with the darkness
the moonlight grants form
to swaying palms, ravaged by the wind
their shadows come streaking across
the room
reeling through the windowpanes
that tremble under the pressure
the forces
of the world outside
he goes to the sink
in the kitchen
and washes her
from his hands
makes a cup with them
and raises it
to his face
he cross-examines his steps
mumbles explanatory devices
reasons
that justify the deed
steadied in a haze
he drags his coat away
from a chair
turns the knob
and steps back out
into the emptiness
of a lifeless night
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 11:09 AM