Accused

Accused


Once the facts—

presented as 
evidence mind you—  

the DNA, 
the trail of bloody footprints,

the cell phone pings,
the blood spatter analysis,

the suspect weapon,
and the lame alibies

of the husband,
the former boyfriends,

the deranged work colleague,
and the mysterious stranger

have been gathered,
and verified, or not,

and sifted,
like Murderer’s Flour,

examined minutely,
microscopically,

there remains 
but one more 

step to take.

Someone needs
to be blamed.

from the Senses and More Such collection

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