Without A Time Of Death

We live in a world with so much shame,

only insanity stays the same,

as she ended up in the basement autopsy room,

her ghost watching the cutters extract cold,

clinical data from her earthly remains,

everything was just insane,

when did the child take her last breath,

it was difficult to tell

without a time of death,

the medical examiner was aided

only by the degree of rigor mortis,

he couldn’t tell by just sight,

everything had to be just right,

being way off was something he feared,

and without witnesses or the ability of the pathologist

to determine time of death would be further impaired,

what caused her to die,

and how deep were the cuts in her throat,

did she put up a struggle or at least try,

a witness said he saw a man in a red raincoat,

thinking back,

it wasn’t raining, but the clouds were black,

he seemed preoccupied or troubled,

but when the girl left,

he went after her on the double,

then time just seemed to slow,

and the autopsy proved

she was abducted a few days ago,

it was a prolonged abduction,

and the emotions were drained,

the victim’s stomach was determined to contain,

a partially digested meal,

it was either shredded chicken or veal,

after the autopsy was performed,

evidence started to take form,

and a manhunt took off

like a lightning storm.