Physical Evidence

When a murder is committed,

no one sits around and sings,

physical evidence suggested two things,

the killing was an act of impulse

rather than premeditation,

still it will earn you a trip

to the police station,

two,

the shooter was mightily pissed,

ten shots fired and three missed,

but it was still an obvious indiction

of displeasure,

you try to avoid conviction,

finding solid evidence right away

was like finding buried treasure,

but enough about that was said,

the detective was leaning over the dead,

two of those shots hit the head,

it’s part of reality,

and all the world is a stage,

he drew a human form on a fresh page,

began making wound sites,

his face locked in that unmistakable expression,

so many dead bodies,

he wondered why he hasn’t hit depression,

but he knew it’ll be coming soon,

and if he had an extramarital affair,

it would be with an emergency room,

that much was clear,

a detective’s life was like physical evidence,

it held an inside straight,

and before he showed his hand,

he would contemplate.