The Scene

The needle on the record

Was deep ploughed into its groove

The bloodstain in the carpet

Would be hard to ere remove

 

The body fixed and silent

Lay beside the long spent fire

Looking strange and quite incongruous

In its pointless night attire

 

A smell invaded senses

One could easy guess its cause

Though blame could not be pointed

For this natural faux pas

 

The team then once assembled

Went about their given tasks

Quite thankful of the standard issue

All in one face masks

 

The evidence was gathered

With a slow and caring pace

Though in truth no one was comfortable

In this harsh and gruesome place

 

At last with all concluded

And the body whisked away

It heralded the end

Of what was just another day




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