Murder most heinous, ‘tis murder most foul
Have I gone mad, sold the devil my soul?
Down in cellar…icy steel of my trowel
Dislodging wall and preparing a hole
Sly crow, caw-caw…now he doth laugh at me
His glinting eye peeks through smudged basement glass
My secret now his, so “mine” becomes we
He ascends towards moon…I reflect on past
We once bloomed happy, two lips pressed in spring
Those days long gone…I gather mortar…brick
‘Twas poetic your walk, bliss when you’d sing
I work in silence, shadow cast by wick
You screamed, “Oh! Dear God, don’t leave me alone!
I pointed out small hole…rats will atone
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