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Physical Evidence

Updated on August 13, 2013


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.

© 2011 Frank Atanacio

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      Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

      X thank you for visiting my Physical Evidence :) cheers

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      Xenonlit 5 years ago

      This poem does read like a story. The visual images that it evokes are astounding.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      LOL thanks VG :) cheers

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      Vinaya Ghimire 5 years ago from Nepal

      When a murder is committed,

      no one sits around and sings

      But here you are

      sitting

      and

      singing an elegy.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thanks writer20.. yeah it could be-- but we aren't as gifted as you when it comes to short stories thanks for the comment

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      Joyce Haragsim 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

      Great poem, it could be a story because it reads that way.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      thanks for the comment MLJ.. and Senoritta.. thanks for catching that I was stuttering when I wrote this piece.. only kidding sometimes a fresh pair of eyes do help you are the best..:)

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      Senoritaa 5 years ago

      Simply superb. The detective's life is a wonder.

      Although you might want to edit this line: "it would be with a an emergency room" .. Two articles there.

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      mljdgulley354 5 years ago

      Great poem story. I don't stop and think about how the job might affect our law enforcement. Thank you for sharing this insight

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      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      Good Morning Sky I hope the day finds you well and thanks for the early and first comment

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      Sky9106 5 years ago from A beautiful place on earth.

      He HA Ha I am flipping over . When you are in your element I guess and get the fall out and the after shock.

      Right up my alley for this day , something to cheer the senses, you being on the job.

      Great work and good insight.

      Bless my brethren.